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The ſupper bell it will be rung,
 no longer muſt I ſtand,
My father he'll no ſupper take,
 if I be miſs'd you know,
So I'll not lye in you bed,
 neither at ſtock nor wa',

Then ſays the pretty lady,
 I pray tell me your name,
My name is Captain Wedderburn,
 a ſervant to the king,
Though thy father and his men were here,
 of them I'd ſtand no awe,
But ſhould take thee to my own bed.
 and lay the next the wa'.

He lighted from his milk white ſteed,
 and ſet this lady on,
And held her by the milk white hand,
 even as they rode along,
He held her by the middle jimp,
 for fear that ſhe ſould fa',
So I'll take thee to my own bed,
 and lay the next the wa'.

He took her to his lodging houſe,
 his landlady look'd ben,
Says many pretty fair ladies,
 in Edinburgh I've ſeen,
But ſuch a pretty face as this
 in in it I never ſaw,
Go make her up a down bed,
 and lay her next the wa'.