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THE CEUEL MOTHEE. |
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She's lean'd her back to the thorn, Edinbro', Edinbro', She's lean'd her back to the thorn, Stirling for aye; ,
She's lean'd her back to the thorn,
There has her baby born, So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay. 20
" O bonny baby, if ye suck sair, Edinbro', Edinbro', O bonny baby, if ye suck sair, Stirling for aye;
0 bonny baby, if ye suck sair,
You'll never suck by my side mair," So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay. as
She's riven the muslin frae her head, Edinbro', Edinbro', She's riven the muslin frae her head, Stirling for aye ;
She's riven the muslin frae her head,
Tied the baby hand and feet, So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay. so
Out she took her little penknife, Edinbro', Edinbro', Out she took her little penknife, Stirling for aye;
Out she took her little penknife,
Twin'd the young thing o' its life, So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay. as
She's howk'd a hole anent the meen, Edinbro', Edinbro', She's howk'd a hole anent the meen, Stirling for aye; She's howk'd a hole anent the meen, There laid her sweet baby in, So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay. « |
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