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LAIRD OF BLACKWOOD. See p. 135.
Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 60.
" I lay sick, and very sick,
And I was bad, and like to die, A friend o' mine cam to visit me;—
And Blackwood whisper'd in my lord's ear, That he was owre lang in chamber wi' me. s
" 0 what need I dress up my head, Nor what need I kaim doun my hair,
Whan my gude lord has forsaken me, And says he will na love me mair !
" But O! an my young babe was born, w
And set upon some nourice knee, And I mysel war dead and gane,—
For a maid again I'll never be."—
" Na mair o' this, my dochter dear,
And of your mourning let abee ; u
For a bill of divorce I'll gar write for him,
A mair better lord I'll get for thee."