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" But ye maun gi'e up your English lord, Whan your young babe is born ;
For, gin ye keep by him an hour langer, Your life shall be forlorn." w
" I will gi'e up this English lord,
Till my young babe be born; But the never a day nor hour langer,
Though my life should be forlorn."
" 0 whare is a' my merry young men, ej
Wham I gi'e meat and fee, To pu' the bracken and the thorn,
To burn this vile whore wi' ? "
" O whare will I get a bonny boy,
To help me in my need, 70
To rin wi' haste to Lord William, And bid him come wi' speed? "
0 out it spak a bonny boy,
Stood by her brother's side ; " It's I wad rin your errand, lady, it,
O'er a' the warld wide.
" Aft ha'e I run your errands, lady, When blawin baith wind and weet;
But now I'll rin your errand, lady,
With saut tears on my cheek." so