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THE DEATH OF PARCY REED
' A farewell to my daughter Jean, A farewell to my young sons five;
Had they been at their father's hand, I had this night been man alive.
'A farewell to my followers a',
And a' my neighbours gude at need ;
Bid them think how the treacherous Ha's Betrayed the life o' Parcy Reed.
' The laird o' Clennel bears my bow, The laird o' Brandon bears my brand ;
Whene'er they ride i' the Border-side,
They'll mind the fate o' the laird Troughend.'
147. Baby Livingston
O BONNY Baby Livingston Went forth to view the hay, And by it came him Glenlyon, Sta' bonny Baby away. 11 O first he ys ta'en her silken coat,
And neist her satten gown, Syne row'd her in a tartan plaid, And hap'd her roun' and roun'. in He has set her upon his steed
And roundly rode away, And ne'er loot her look back again The live-long summer's day.
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