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LADY ANNE BOTHWELL'S LAMENT.
From Percy's Rd'upies, ii. 207.
" From a copy in the Editor's folio MS., corrected Dy another in Allan Ramsay's Miscellany."
Balow, my babe, lye still and sleipe! It grieves me sair to see thee weipe: If thoust be silent, Ise be glad, Thy maining maks my heart ful sad. Balow, my boy, thy mothers joy, 5
Thy father breides me great annoy. Balow, my babe, ly stil and sleipe, It grieves me sair to see thee weepe.
Whan he began to court my luve,
And with his sugred wordes to muve, 10
His faynings fals and flattering eheire
To me that time did not appeire:
But now I see, most cruell hee
Cares neither for my babe nor mee.
Balow, fyc. u
VOL. IV. 9