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ey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;

“o help, aister, help, or she&039;ll ru a&039;!”

and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri

the devil he swore by the ed o&039; his knife,

hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;

he pitied the an that was tied to a wife,

and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri

the devil he swore by the kirk and the bell,

hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;

he was not wedlock, thank heav&039;n, but hell,

and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri

then satan has travell&039;d aga wi&039; his pack,

hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;

and to her auld hband he&039;s carried her back,

and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri

i hae been a devil the feck o&039; y life,

hey, and the rue grows bonie wi&039; thy;

“but ne&039;er was hell till i t wi&039; a wife,”

and the thy it is wither&039;d, and rue is pri