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Editor: Bates, Katherine Lee, 1859-1929


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My mither lady o' three; My father was lord o' nine castles, And there's nane to heir but me, Unless it be Willie, my ae brither, But he's far ayont the sea." "If your father's lord o' nine castles, Your mither lady o' three; It's I am Willie, your ae brither, Was far ayont the sea." "If ye be my brither Willie," she said, "As I doubt sair ye be, This nicht I'll neither eat nor drink, But gae alang wi' thee." "Ye've owre ill-washen feet, Margaret, And owre ill-washen hands, And owre coarse robes on your body, Alang wi' me to gang. "The worms they are my bedfellows, And the cauld clay my sheet, And the higher that the wind does blaw, The sounder do I sleep.
The World English Bible (WEB): Psalms

Book 19 Psalms 001:001 Blessed is the man who doesn't walk in the counsel of the wicked, nor stand in the way of sinners, nor sit in the seat of scoffers; 001:002 but his delight is in Yahweh's law. On his law he meditates day and night. 001:003 He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. Whatever he does shall prosper. 001:004 The wicked are not so, but are like the chaff which the wind drives away. 001:005 Therefore the wicked shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous. 001:006 For Yahweh knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked shall perish. 002:001 Why do the nations rage, and the peoples plot a vain thing? 002:002 The kings of the earth take a stand, and the rulers take counsel together, against Yahweh, and against his Anointed,{The word "Anointed" is the same as the word for "Messiah" or "Christ"} saying, 002:003 "Let's break their bonds apart, and cast their cords from us." 002:004 He who sits in the heavens will laugh. The Lord will have
"My body's buried in Dunfermline, Sae far ayont the sea: But day nor night nae rest can I get, A' for the pride of thee. "Leave aff your pride, Margaret," he says; "Use it not ony mair, Or, when ye come where I hae been, Ye will repent it sair. "Cast aff, cast aff, sister," he says, "The gowd band frae your croun; For if ye gang where I hae been, Ye'll wear it laigher doun. "When ye are in the gude kirk set, The gowd pins in your hair, Ye tak' mair delight in your feckless dress, Than in your mornin' prayer. "And when ye walk in the kirkyard, And in your dress are seen, There is nae lady that spies your face, But wishes your grave were green.