  There were three ladies play'd at the ba', With a hey, hey, an' a lilly gay. Bye cam three lords an' woo'd them a', Whan the roses smelled sae sweetly. The first o' them was clad in yellow: 'O fair May, will ye be my marrow?' Whan the roses smelled sae sweetly. The niest o' them was clad i' ried: O fair May, will ye be my bride?' The thrid o' them was clad i' green: He said, 'O fair May, will ye be my queen?' |
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