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POSTHUMOUS POEMS
"O see ye not thae towers, Helen,
Where ye gat meat and wine?
It's I maun ligg in the braw bride-chamber,
And ye maun ligg wi' swine.

"O see ye not thae halls, Helen,
Where ye gat silk to wear?
It's I shall hae the gold gowns on,
When your body is bare."

"O ye'll sit in the braw guest-chamber,
And ye'll drink white and red;
But ye'll gar them gie me the washing water,
The meats and the broken bread?"

"Ye'll get nae chine o' the broken loaves,
The white bread wi' the brown;
Ye'll drink of the rain and the puddle water
My maids shall cast ye down."

"O ye'll sit in the braw guest-chamber
Wi' the gowd braids on your hair;
But ye'll gie me a poor coat and a smock
For my body to wear?

"O I shall ligg i' the trodden straw,
And ye in a gold bride-bed;
But ye'll gie me a claith to hap my feet,
And a claith to hap my head?"

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