Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 2 of 8 from 1860 edition

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When he came to their prison Strang,                ts
He rade it round about, And at a little shot-window,
His sons were looking out
" O lie ye there, my sons," he said,
" For owsen or for kye ?                                    *>
Or what is it that ye lie for,
Sae sair bound as ye lie ? "
" We lie not here for owsen, father;
Nor yet do we for kye ; But it's for a little o' dear-boucht love,               «
Sae sair bound as we lie.
" O borrow us, borrow us, father," they said, " For the luve we bear to thee! "
" 0 never fear, my pretty sons,
Weel borrowed ye sail be."                              »
Then he's gane to the michty Mayor,
And he spak courteouslie : " Will ye grant my twa sons' lives,
Either for gold or fee ? Or will ye be sae gude a man,                               es
As grant them baitb to me ? "
" I'll no grant ye your twa sons' lives, Neither for gold nor fee ;