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122 LAIED OF DRUM.
Thrice he kissed her cherry cheek,
And thrice her cherry chin, O ; And twenty times her comely mou',—
" And ye're welcome, Lady o' Drum, 0.
" Ye sail be cook in my kitchen, ss
Butler in my ha', 0 ; Ye sail be lady in my command,
Whan I ride far awa, 0."—
" But I told ye afore we war wed,
I was owre low for thee, O; *>
But now we are wed, and in ae bed laid,
And ye maun be content wi' me, O.
" For an I war dead, and ye war dead,
And baith in ae grave laid, O, And ye and I war tane up again, ss
Wha could distan your mouls frae mine, 0 ?"