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My mither sent me tae the moss
For to gaither peats and dross.
I cowpit the cairt and hanged the horse
An whistle ow’r the lave o’t.

My mither sent me tae the well
Better her had gaen hersel’.
I fell ower and broke my pail,
An’ whistle ow’r the lave o’t.

My mither sent me tae the sea
For tae gaither mussels three,
A sailor lad fell in wi’ me
An’ whistle ow’r the lave o’t.

My mither sent me tae the moss
For tae gaither peats and dross.
I cowpit the cairt and hanged the horse,
And whistle ow’r the lave o’t.

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