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62 WILLIE AND LADY MAISBT,
" And tho' he's slain your gude bold watch, He might hae been forgien ;
They came on him in armour bright, When he was but alane, my dear, When he was but alane." 120
Nae meen was made for this young knight, In bower where he lay slain ;
But a' was for sweet Maisry bright, In fields where she ran brain, my dear, In fields where she ran brain. 125 |
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