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328 LORD "WA'YATES AND AULD INGRAM.
" Ye'll bid him, and ye'll pray him baith,
Gin ony prayer may dee, To Marykirk to come the morn,
My weary wadding to see."
Lord Wa'yates lay o'er his castle wa', «
Beheld baith dale and down ; And he beheld a bonny boy
Come running to the town.
" What news, what news, ye bonny boy ? What news hae ye to me ? a>
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" 0 are my ladie's fauldis brunt, Or are her towers won ? <, Or is my Maisery lichter yet
O' a dear dochter or son ? "
" Your ladie's faulds are neither brunt, ss
Nor are her towers won; Nor is your Maisery lichter yet
O' a dear dochter or son :
" But she bids you, and she prays you baith, Gin ony prayer can dee, m
To Mary Kirk to come the morn, Her weary wadding to see."
He dang the buird up wi' his fit,
Sae did he wi' his knee ; The silver cup, that was upon't, 65
I' the fire he gai^d it flee: