Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 3 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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76
SIK JAMES THE EOSE.
" Sic as ye gae, sic ye sail hae, Nae grace we shavv to thee can."
" Donald my man, wait till I fa,                     a
And ye sail hae my brechan ;
Ye'll get my purse thouch fou o' gowd To tak me to Loch Lagan."
Syne they tuke out his bleiding heart,
And set it on a speir ;                                  m
Then tuke it to the house o' Mar, And shawd it to his deir.
" We cold nae gie Sir James's purse,
"We cold nae gie his brechan ; But ye sail ha his bleeding heart,                  ra
Bot and his bleeding tartan."
" Sir James the Rose, 0 for thy sake
My heart is now a breaking, Curs'd be the day I wrocht thy wae,
Thou brave heir of Buleighan! "               n
Then up she raise, and furth she gaes,
And, in that hour o' tein, She wanderd to the dowie glen,
And nevir mair was sein.







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