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O where will ye gang to and where will ye sleep	A
Against the night begins	B
My bed is made wi' cauld sorrows	C
My sheets are lined wi' sins	B
And a sair grief sitting at my foot	D
And a sair grief at my head	E
And dule to lay me my laigh pillows	C
And teen till I be dead	E
And the rain is sair upon my face	F
And sair upon my hair	G
And the wind upon my weary mouth	H
That never may man kiss mair	G
And the snow upon my heavy lips	I
That never shall drink nor eat	J
And shame to cledding and woe to wedding	K
And pain to drink and meat	J
But woe be to my bairns' father	L
And ever ill fare he	M
He has tane a braw bride hame to him	N
Cast out my bairns and me	M
And what shall they have to their marriage meat	J
This day they twain are wed	E
Meat of strong crying salt of sad sighing	K
And God restore the dead	E
And what shall they have to their wedding wine	O
This day they twain are wed	E
Wine of weeping and draughts of sleeping	K
And God raise up the dead	E
She's tane her to the wild woodside	P
Between the flood and fell	Q
She's sought a rede against her need	R
Of the fiend that bides in hell	Q
She's tane her to the wan burnside	P
She's wrought wi' sang and spell	Q
She's plighted her soul for doom and dole	S
To the fiend that bides in hell	Q
She's set her young son to her breast	T
Her auld son to her knee	M
Says Weel for you the night bairnies	I
And weel the morn for me	M
She looked fu' lang in their een sighing	K
And sair and sair grat she	M
She has slain her young son at her breast	T
Her auld son at her knee	M
She's sodden their flesh wi' saft water	L
She's mixed their blood with wine	O
She's tane her to the braw bride house	I
Where a' were boun' to dine	O
She poured the red wine in his cup	U
And his een grew fain to greet	J
She set the baked meats at his hand	V
And bade him drink and eat	J
Says Eat your fill of your flesh my lord	W
And drink your fill of your wine	O
For a' thing's yours and only yours	I
That has been yours and mine	O
Says Drink your fill of your wine my lord	W
And eat your fill of your bread	E
I would they were quick in my body again	X
Or I that bare them dead	E
He struck her head frae her fair body	M
And dead for grief he fell	Q
And there were twae mair sangs in heaven	Y
And twae mair sauls in hell	Q

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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