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...lang or a' the play was played, They wat their hats aboon. And mony was the feather-bed They floated on the faem ; And mony was the gude lord's son, That never mair came hame. The ladies wrang their fingers white, The maidens tore their hair, A' for the sake of their...

...was the feather-bed That floated on the faem ; And mony was the gude lord's son That never mair came hame. The ladyes wrang their fingers white, — The...sake of their true loves, — For them they'll see na mair. Oh lang, lang may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick...

...lang or a' the play was played They wat their hats aboon ! And mony was the feather-bed That floated on the faem ; And mony was the gude lord's son That never mair came hame. The ladycs wrang their fingers white, The maidens tore their hair, A" for the sake of their...

...lang or a' the play was played They wat their hats aboon ! And mony was the feather bed That fluttered on the faem ; And mony was the gude lord's son That never mair came hame ! The ladyes wrang their fingers white — The maidens tore their hair ; A' for the sake...

...lang or a' the play was played They wat their hats abune. And mony was the feather-bed That flattered on the faem ; And mony was the gude lord's son That never mair cam' hame. The ladies wrang their fingers white, The maidens tore their hair ; A' for the sake o' their true luves,...

...or a' the play was played, They wat their hats aboon. And mony was the feather bed, That flattered on the faem ; And mony was the gude lord's son, That never mair cam hame. The ladies wrang their fingers white, The maidens tore their hair, A" for the sake of their true loves...