Jamieson, Popular Ballads, II, 158, as often heard by him
in Morayshire.
1 |
There cam a trooper frae the west,
And he's ridden till his deary;
'It's open and lat me in,' he says,
For I am wet and weary.'
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2 |
'O whan sall we be married, love?
O whan sall we be married?'
'Whan heather-cows turn owsen-bows,
It's then that we'll be married.' |
3 |
'O whan sall we be married, love?
O when sall we be married?'
'When cockle-shells turn siller bells,
It's then that we'll be married.' |
4 |
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'Whan the sun and moon dance on the green,
It's then that we'll be married.' |