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Is na your hawk on my perch tree,
Just perching for his prey ? And isna yoursel in my arms twa; &
Then how can ye lang for day ?"
" Yet, O wow for day !
And dear gin it were day ! Gin it were day, and I were away,
For I ha'ena lang time to stay. wo
" Yet, 0 wow for, day !
And dear gin it were day ! For he that's in bed wi' anither man's wife,
Has never lang time to stay."
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Then out Lord Randal drew his brand, w
And straiked it o'er a strae; And through and through the fause knight's waste
He gar'd cald iron gae; And I hope ilk ane sail sae be serv'd,
That treats an honest man sae ! no