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The very next day the sun rose up
and so did Willie’s mother
She took herself to the riverbank
and met up with another
Across the ford May Margaret’s dam,
was weeping o’er the water.
calling, “Thee has lost a son last night,
And I have lost a daughter.”

“Oh, curse the day that we contrived
to part our children dear,
For one born low and one born high
seems now a foolish fear.
And I would give up my own life
to have them wed tomorrow
But they are sleeping in the Clyde
And we are left in sorrow."