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... Sall be thy morning fee : But if it be false , my little boy , And a lie thou tells to me , The encampment was on a grassy plain , near the river Reed . On the highest tree in Otterbourne Sune hangit shalt thou B 2 17.
... Sall be thy morning fee : But if it be false , my little boy , And a lie thou tells to me , The encampment was on a grassy plain , near the river Reed . On the highest tree in Otterbourne Sune hangit shalt thou B 2 17.
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... sall mak thee cleirly ken , What slauchter was on ilka side , Of Lawland and of Hieland men , Wha for their awin haif evir bene : These lazie loons micht weel be spaired , Chessit like deirs into their dens , And gat their wages for ...
... sall mak thee cleirly ken , What slauchter was on ilka side , Of Lawland and of Hieland men , Wha for their awin haif evir bene : These lazie loons micht weel be spaired , Chessit like deirs into their dens , And gat their wages for ...
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... sall hae cause to mourn ; But for the bairn that ye are wi ' , Ye on a hill suld burn . " Young Waters cam before the king , Fell low down on his knee ; " Win up , win up , Young Waters ! What's this I hear o ' thee ? " " What ails the ...
... sall hae cause to mourn ; But for the bairn that ye are wi ' , Ye on a hill suld burn . " Young Waters cam before the king , Fell low down on his knee ; " Win up , win up , Young Waters ! What's this I hear o ' thee ? " " What ails the ...
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... sall dee ! " Syne they hae taen him , Young Waters , Put fetters on his feet ; They hae taen Young Waters , and Thrown him in dungeon deep . " Aft hae I riddin through Striviling toune , Through heavy wind and weet ; But ne'er rade I ...
... sall dee ! " Syne they hae taen him , Young Waters , Put fetters on his feet ; They hae taen Young Waters , and Thrown him in dungeon deep . " Aft hae I riddin through Striviling toune , Through heavy wind and weet ; But ne'er rade I ...
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... bit o ' canvass claith , And put it ower my ee ; And , Jack , my man , ye'll be at hand The hour that I sall dee . Syne aff ye'll tak my bluidy sark , Gie it fair Margaret Grahame ; For she may curse the dowie * day That brocht 32.
... bit o ' canvass claith , And put it ower my ee ; And , Jack , my man , ye'll be at hand The hour that I sall dee . Syne aff ye'll tak my bluidy sark , Gie it fair Margaret Grahame ; For she may curse the dowie * day That brocht 32.
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Страница 389 - The bittern clamour'd from the moss, The wind blew loud and shrill ; Yet the craggy pathway she did cross To the eiry Beacon Hill. " I watch'd her steps, and silent came Where she sat her on a stone ; — No watchman stood by the dreary flame, It burned all alone.
Страница 389 - But it was not English gore. He lighted at the Chapellage, He held him close and still; And he whistled thrice for his little foot-page, His name was English Will. "Come thou hither, my little...
Страница 389 - Come thou hither, my little foot-page ; Come hither to my knee ; Though thou art young, and tender of age, I think thou art true to me. ' Come, tell me all that thou hast seen, And look thou tell me true ! Since I from Smaylho'me tower have been, What did thy lady do?
Страница 327 - And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife, Edward, Edward? And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife, When ye gang owre the sea, O?" — "The warld's room: let them beg through life, Mither, mither; The warld's room: let them beg through life; For them never mair will I see, O.
Страница 65 - And when we cam to the lower prison, Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie — " O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie, Upon the morn that thou's to die ? " "OI sleep saft, and I wake aft, It's lang since sleeping was fley'd frae me ; Gie my service back to my wife and bairns, And a' gude fellows that spier for me.