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ABOUT Zule, quhen the wind blew cule,
His footmen they did rin before,
His horsemen rade behind, And mantel of the burning gowd
Did keip him frae the wind.
Out then spack the jealous king,
(And an angry man was he) O, if he had been twice as fair
Zou micht have excepted me.
They hae taen zoung Waters, and
Put fetters to his feet;
Thrown him in dungeon deep.
Aft I have ridden thro' Stirling town
In the wind bot and the weit; Bot I neir rade thro’ Stirling town
Wa fetters at my feet.
In the wind Bot and the rain: Bot I neir rade thro' Stirling town
Neir to return again.
Ive nine milk-ews, my Marion,
A cow and a brawney quay: Ife gie tham au to my Marion,
Jul on her bridal day.