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LAIRD OF BLACKWOOD. 291
" Na mair o' this, my father dear,
And of your folly let abee; For I wad na gie ae look o' my lord's face, a>
For a' the lords in the haill countrie.
"But I'll cast off my robes o' red.
And I'll put on my robes o' blue ; And I will travel to some other land,
To see gin my love will on me rue. as
" There sail na wash come on my face, There sail na kaim come on my hair;
There sail neither coal nor candle licht Be seen intil my bouer na mair.
" O ! wae be to thee Blackwood, ac
And an ill death may ye die, For ye've been the haill occasion
Of parting my lord and me."