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the duke or athol's noukice. 231
They stabbed the house, baith but and ben, The curtains they spared nae riving,
And for a' that they did search and ca', ts
For a kiss o' the knight they were striving.
THE DUKE OP ATHOL'S NOURICE. Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballade, p. 127.
As I cam in by Athol's yetts,
I heard a fair maid singing; " I am the Duke o' Athol's nourice,
And I wat it weel does set me; And I wad gie a' my half-year's fee, s
For ae sicht o' my Johnie."
" Keep weel, keep weel, your half-year's fee, For ye'U soon get a sicht o* your Johnie;
But anither woman has my heart,
And I am sorry for to leave ye." 11
" Te'll dow ye doun to yon change-house,
And drink till the day be dawing; At ilka pint's end ye'll drink the lass' health,
That's coming to pay the lawing."
He hied him doun to yon change-house, u
And he drank till the day was dawing ;
And at ilka pint's end he drank the lass' health, That was coming to pay for his lawing.