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180 THE DROWNED LOVERS.
The next an' step that she wade in,
She wadit to the knee ; Says she, " I cou'd wide farther in,
If I my love cou'd see." no
The next an' step that she wade in,
She wadit to the chin ; The deepest pot in Clyde's water
She got sweet Willie in.
" You've had a cruel mither, Willie, us
And I have had anither; But we shall sleep in Clyde's water,
Like sister an' like brither." |
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