*Squire McCallian*

Dark was the night, cold blew the wind
Next came down was the rain
When Betsy left her mothers house
Never to return again
When Betsy left her mothers house
She feared not rain nor cold
But she did not tell her mother
It was love that made her bold

Her mother raising from her bed
Crying mournfully wild
Saying I'll search this whole world over
Untill I find my child
Up hills, down hills, her mother went
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For three long days and nights
But with no sign of her Betsy
She then layed down and died


The hounds began to did around
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was Squire McCallian ..............
he was crying through grief and shame
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On the handle of the knife
was Squire McCallian's name
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The knife I ate my dinner with
I plunged it in her breast
With my staff I knocked her down
I need not tell the rest
And where he fell they burried him
A dismel sight to see
No Cleargy found to bless the ground
Beneath the old oak tree.

Can anyone please help fill in the lyrics to this song