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He 's killed this may, and he 's laid her by, For to bear the red rose company.
He 's taken the youngest ane by the hand, And be 's turn'd her round and made her stand.
Says, ' Will ye be a rank robber's wife, Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife ?'
' It's 1'11 not be a rank robber's wife, Nor will I die by your wee pen-knife.
' For in this wood a brother I hae; And gin ye kill me, it's he'll kill thee.'
xv ' What's thy brother's name ? come tell to me.' ' My brother's name is Baby Lon.'
' O sister, sister, what have I done I
O have I done this ill to thee !
' O since I've done this evil deed, Good sail never be my meed.'
He 's taken out his wee pen-knife,
Eh, wow, lonnie .' And he 's twyn'd himsel' o' his ain sweet life
On the bonnie banks o Fordie.
twyned] taken away, bereaved. 266