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LORD JAMIE DOUGLAS. 137
I lean'd my back against an aik,
I thocht it was a trustie tree ; k
But first it bowed, and syne it break,
And sae did my fause luve to me.
My mother tauld me when I was young, That young man's love was ill to trow;
But untill her I would give nae ear, u
And alace my ain wand dings me now!
0 wherefore need I busk my head ?
0 wherefore should I kaim my hair ? For my good lord has me forsook,
And says he'll never love me mair. 20
Gin I had wist or I had kisst
That young man's love was sae ill to win, L would hae lockt my hert wi' a key o' gowd,
And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin.
An I had kent what I ken now, as
I'd never crosst the water Tay, But stayed still at Athole's gates ;—
He would have made me his lady gay.
When lords and lairds cam to this toun,
And gentlemen o' a high degree, x
1 took my auld son in my arms,
And went to my chamber pleasantlie.