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LORD DINGWALL. 291
" It is your little boy I blame, Whom ye did send to bring her hame."
Then to the lady she did go, «e
And said, " O Lady, let me know
" Who has defiled your fair bodie ? Ye're the first that has beguiled me."
" O we were sisters, sisters seven, The fairest women under heaven; ra
" And we kiest kevels us amang, Wha wou'd to the grenewood gang;
" For to pu' the finest flowers, To put around our summer bowers.
" I was the youngest o' them a', hs
The hardest fortune did me befa'.
" Unto the grenewood I did gang, And pu'd the nuts as they down hang.
" I hadna stay'd an hour but ane, Till I met wi' a highlan' groom. so
" He keeped me sae late and lang, Till the evening set, and birds they sang.
" He gae to me at our parting, A chain of gold, and gay gold ring: