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Lass That Made The Bed To Me, The

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When Januar' wind was blawing cauld,
As to the north I took my way,
The mirksome night did me enfauld,
I knew na whare to lodge till day:
By my gude luck a maid I met,
Just in the middle o' my care,
And Kindly she did me invite
To walk into a chamber fair.

I bow'd fu' low unto this maid,

And thank'd her for her courtesie;
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Brian Jani 05 May 2014

Good good good

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