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274 MAY COLVIN.
He rode on, and she rode on,
They rode a lang simmer's day, Until they came to a broad river,
An arm of a lonesome sea. 20
" Loup off the steed," says false Sir John ;
" Your bridal bed you see ; For it's seven king's daughters I have drowned here,
And the eighth I'll out make with thee.
" Cast off, cast off your silks so fine, 25
And lay them on a stone, For they are o'er good and o'er costly
To rot in the salt sea foam.
" Cast off, cast off your Holland smock,
And lay it on this stone, »
For it is too fine and o'er costly To rot in the salt sea foam."
" 0 turn you about, thou false Sir John,
And look to the leaf 0' the tree ; For it never became a gentleman m
A naked woman to see."
He's turn'd himself straight round about,
To look to the leaf o' the tree ; She's twined her arms about his waist,
And thrown him into the sea. *>