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LOKD JAMIE DOUGLAS. 141
* But wae be to you, fause Blackwood,
Aye, and ill death may you die ! Ye are the first, and I hope the last, i°s
That put strife between my good lord and me."
When I came in through Edinburgh town, My loving father came to meet me,
With trumpets sounding on every side;
But it was no comfort at all to me : no
For no mirth nor music sounds in my ear, Since the Earl of March has forsaken me.
" Hold your tongue, my daughter dear, And of your weeping pray let abee;
For I'll send to him a bill of divorce, i«
And I'll get as good a lord to thee."
" Hold your tongue, my father dear, And of your scoffing pray let abee;
I would rather hae a kiss of my ain lord's mouth As all the lords in the north countrie." 120
When she came to her father's land,
The tenants a' cam her to see; Never a word she could speak to them,
But the buttons aff her clothes did flee.
124. See Andrew Lammie, vol. ii. 191.