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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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He has loupen on the bonny grey,
He rade the right gate and the ready ;
I trow he would neither stint nor stay, For he was seeking his bonny ladye.
O  he has ridden o'er field and fell, Through muir and moss, and mony a mire:
His spurs o' steel were sair to bide, And frae her fore-feet flew the fire.
' Now, bonny grey, now play your part !
Gin ye be the steed that wins my deary, Wi' corn and hay ye'se be fed for aye,
And never spur sail make you wearie.'
The grey was a mare, and a right good mare ;
But when she wan the Annan water, She couldna hae ridden a furlong mair,
Had a thousand merks been wadded at her.
' O boatman, boatman, put off your boat! Put off your boat for gowden money !
I  cross the drumly stream the night,
Or never mair I see my honey.'
' O I was sworn sae late yestreen, And not by ae aith, but by many ;
And for a' the gowd in fair Scotland, I dare na take ye through to Annie.'
gate] way. wadded] wagereJ. drumly] turbid. 414
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