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"The gude steed that I ride upon,
Cost me thrice thretty pound;
And I'll put trust in his swift feet,
To ha'e me safe to land."
As he rade ower yon high, high hill,
And down yon dowie den,
The noise that was in Clyde's water
Would fear'd five huner men.
"O roaring Clyde, ye roar ower loud,
Your streams seem wond'rous strang,
Make me your wreck as I come back,
But spare me as I gang."
Then he is on to Meggie's bower,
And tirled at the pin;
"O sleep ye, wake ye, Meggie," he said,
"Ye'll open, lat me come in."
"O wha is this at my bower door,
That calls me by my name?"
"It is your first love, sweet Willie,
This night newly come hame."
"I ha'e few lovers thereout, thereout,
As few ha'e I therein;
The best an' love that ever I had,
Was here just late yestreen."
"The warstan stable in a' your stables,
For my puir steed to stand;
The warstan bower in a' your bowers,
For me to lie therein:
My boots are fu' o' Clyde's water,
I'm shivering at the chin."
