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| DOWN 1 in yon garden sweet and gay | |
| Where bonny grows the lily, | |
| I heard a fair maid sighing say, | |
| ‘My wish be wi’ sweet Willie! | |
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| ‘Willie’s rare, and Willie’s fair, | 5 |
| And Willie’s wondrous bonny; | |
| And Willie hecht to marry me | |
| Gin e’er he married ony. | |
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| ‘O gentle wind, that bloweth south | |
| From where my Love repaireth, | 10 |
| Convey a kiss frae his dear mouth | |
| And tell me how he fareth! | |
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| ‘O tell sweet Willie to come doun | |
| And hear the mavis singing, | |
| And see the birds on ilka bush | 15 |
| And leaves around them hinging. | |
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| ‘The lav’rock there, wi’ her white breast | |
| And gentle throat sae narrow; | |
| There’s sport eneuch for gentlemen | |
| On Leader-haughs and Yarrow. | 20 |
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| ‘O Leader-haughs are wide and braid— | |
| And Yarrow-haughs are bonny; | |
| There Willie hecht to marry me | |
| If e’er he married ony. | |
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| ‘But Willie’s gone, whom I thought on, | 25 |
| And does not hear me weeping; | |
| Draws many a tear frae true love’s e’e | |
| When other maids are sleeping. | |
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| ‘Yestreen I made my bed fu’ braid | |
| The night I’ll mak’ it narrow, | 30 |
| For a’ the live-lang winter night | |
| I lie twined o’ my marrow. | |
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| ‘O came ye by yon water-side? | |
| Pou’d you the rose or lily? | |
| Or came you by yon meadow green, | 35 |
| Or saw you my sweet Willie?’ | |
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| She sought him up, she sought him down, | |
| She sought him braid and narrow; | |
| Syne, in the cleaving of a craig, | |
| She found him drown’d in Yarrow! | 40 |
