The book of British ballads . But the young cock crew in merry Linkum, And the wild fowl chirped for day;And the aulder to the younger said, Brother, we maun away. The cock doth craw, the day doth daw, The channerin worm doth chide;Gin we be missed out o our place,A sair pain we maun bide. Lie still, lie still a little wee while, Lie still but if we may;Gin my mother miss us when she wakes,Shell gae mad ere it be day. 0 its theyve taen up their mothers mantil, And theyve hung it on a pin: 0 lang may ye hing, my mothers mantil,Ere ye hap us again. J r H. C. Selous del. J. Bastin sc.

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