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When Januar' wind was blawing cauld, / As to the north I took my way, / The mirksome night did me enfauld, / I knew na where to lodge till day:
By my gude luck a maid I met, / Just in the middle o' my care, / And kindly she did me invite / To walk into a chamber fair.