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Oh, forth she went like a braw, braw bride / To meet her winsome groom, / When she was aware of twa bonny birds / Sat biggin' in the broom.
The tane it built with the green, green moss, / But and the bents sae fine, / And the tither wi' a lock o' lady's hair / Linked up wi' siller twine.
'O whaur gat ye the green, green moss, / O whaur the bents sae fine? / And whaur gat ye the bonny broun hair / That ance was tress o' mine?'
'We gat the moss fra' the elditch aile, / The bents fra' the whinny muir, / And a fause knight threw us the bonny broun hair, / To please his braw new fere.'
'Gae pull, gae pull the simmer leaves, / And strew them saft o'er me; / My token's tint, my love is fause, / I'll lay me doon and dee.'
1847.