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THE LAIRD OF WARI8TOUN. 321
" O get me coal and candle light,
And get me some gude eompanie j" s>
But before the light was brought^
Warriston he was gart dee.
They've ta'en the lady and feuse nourice, In prison strong they ha'e them boun';
The nourice she was hard o' heart, a>
But the bonny lady fell in swoon.
In it came her brother dear,
And aye a sorry man was he; " I wou'd gie a' the lands I heir,
0 bonny Jean, to borrow thee." w
" O borrow me brother, borrow me,—
0 borrow'd shall I never be ; For I gart kill my ain gude lord,
And life is nae pleasure to me."
In it came her mother dear, u
1 wyte a sorry woman was she;
" I wou'd gie my white monie and gowd, O bonny Jean, to borrow thee."
" Borrow me mother, borrow me,—
0 borrow'd shall I never be ; 70 For I gart kill my ain gude lord,
And life's now nae pleasure to me."
Then in it came her father dear,
1 wyte a sorry man was he ;
Says, " Ohon, alas! my bonny Jean, 75
If I had you at hame wi' me. VOL. III. 21