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LORD SALTON AND AUCHANACHIE. 169
When she wi' her maidens sae merry shou'd hae
been, She's called for a chamber to weep there her lane.
" Come to your bed, Jeanie, my honey and my
sweet, For to stile you mistress I do not think it meet." " Mistress, or Jeanie, it is a' ane to me, ss
It's in your bed, Salton, I never will be."
Then out spake her father, he spake wi' renown, " Some of you that are maidens, ye'll loose aff her
gown; Some of you that are maidens, ye'll loose aff her
gown. And I'll mend the marriage wi' ten thousand
crowns." «>
Then ane of her maidens they loosed aff her gown, But bonny Jeanie Gordon, she fell in a swoon; She fell in a swoon low down by their knee ; Says," Look on, I die for my love Auchanachie ! "
That very same day Miss Jeanie did die, «
And hame came Auchanachie, hame frae the sea; Her father and mither welcom'd him at the gate; He said, " Where's Miss Jeanie, that she's nae here yet?" |
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Then forth came her maidens, all wringing their hands, |
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