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JAMIE DOUGLAS. 289
0 an' I had ne'er crossed the Tweed, Nor yet been owre the river Dee,
1 might hae staid at Lord Orgul's gate,
Where I wad hae been a gay ladie.
The ladies they will cum to town, »
And they will cum and visit me; But I'll set me down now in the dark,
For ochanie ! who'll comfort me ?
An' wae betide ye, black fastness,
Ay, and an ill deid may ye die ! m
Ye was the first and foremost man
Wha parted my true lord and me.
59: fastness, printed Fastness by Finlay, is, says Motherwell, merely falsetness, falseness. VOL. IV. 19