| I ainse loved a lass and I loved her sae well
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| That I hate all others that spoke of her ill;
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| But now she’s rewarded me ill for my love
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| She’s gone tae get wed tae another
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| When I saw my love tae the kirk go
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| Wi' bride and bridemaidens they made a fine show
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| And I followed after, may hear' filled wi' woe
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| To see my love wed tae another
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| When I saw my love sit doon tae dine
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| I sat doon beside her and poured oot the wine
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| And I drank tae the lassie that should’a been mine
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| But she’s gone tae be wed tae another
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| The men of yon forest, they ask it o' me
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| «How many strawberries grow in the salt sea?»
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| I answer them back wi' a tear in ma e’e
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| «How many ships sail in the forest?»
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| Go dig me a grave, both long, wide and deep
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| And cover it over wi' florets sae sweet;
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| And I’ll turn in for to take a long sleep
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| And maybe in time I’ll forget her
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| And they dug him a grave, both long, wide and deep
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| And they covered it over wi' florets sae sweet;
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| And he’s turned in for to take a long sleep
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| And maybe by now he’s forgot her |