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" The lead is wondrous heavy, mither. 

 The well is wondrous deip, 



A keen penknife sticks in my hert, 

 A word I dounae speik. 



Gae hame, gae hame, my mither deir, 

 Fetch me my windling sheet, 



And at the back o' Mirry-land toun 

 It's thair we twa sail meet." 



" Gae hame, gae hame, my mither dear ; 



Prepare my winding sheet ; 

 And at the back o' merry Lincoln, 



The morn I will you meet." 



Now lady Maisry is gane hame ; 



Made him a winding sheet ; 

 And at the back o' merry Lincoln, 



The dead corpse did her meet. 



And a' the bells o' merry Lincoln, 

 Without men's hands were rung ;' 



And a' the books o' merry Lincoln, 

 Were read without man's tongue ; 



And ne'er was such a burial 

 Sin Adam's days begun. 



* Miraculously, of course. 



