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[She said as she look'd owre] dale and down, ' My son comes merrilie to the toun.'—
' Seek nae minstrels to play in your room, Your son comes sorry to the toun.
' O I hae lost my gowden knife; I rather had lost my ain sweet life!
' And I hae lost a far better thing. The gilded sheath that it was in.'—
' Are there nae gowdsmiths here in Fife Can make to you anither knife ?
' Are there nae sheath-makers in the land Can make a sheath to Leesome Brand:3—
'There are nae gowdsmiths here in Fife Can make to me sic a gowden knife;
' Nor nae sheath-makers in the land Can make to me sic a sheath again.
xxv 6 For I've lost my lady I loved sae dear, The broom blooms lonnie and sae it is fair— Likewise the son she did me bear, And we'll never gang doun to the broom nae mairj