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THE LOCHMABEN HARPER.
And ay he harpit, and ay he carpit,
Till a' the lords gaed through the floor ;
They thought the music was sae sweet, ss
That they forgat the stable door.
And ay he harpit, and ay he carpit, Till a' the nobles were sound asleep,
Than quietly he took aff his shoon,
And saftly down the stair did creep. *>
Syne to the stable door he hies,
Wi' tread as light as light coud be, x^nd whan he open'd and gaed in,
There he fand thirty good steeds and three.
He took the halter frae his hose, «
And of his purpose did na' fail; He slipt it o'er the "Wanton's nose, ' And tied it to his grey mare's tail.
He ca'd her out at yon back yeate,
O'er moss and muir and ilka dale, so
And she loot ne'er the Wanton bite,
But held her still gaun at her tail.
The grey mare was right swift o' fit,
And did na fail to find the way, For she was at Lochmaben yeate, k
Fu' lang three hours ere it was day.