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LORD MAXWELL'S LAST GOODNIGHT
' They were three brethren in a band—
Joy may they never see! Their treacherous art, and cowardly heart,
Has twined my love and me.
' Adieu ! Dumfries, my proper place,
But and Carlaverock fair ! Adieu ! my castle of the Thrieve,
Wi' a' my buildings there !
'Adieu! Lochmaben's gate sae fair, And Langholm, where birks there be;
Adieu ! my ladye, and only joy, For I may not stay wi' thee.
' Adieu ! Fair Eskdale up and down, Where my puir friends do dwell;
The bangisters will ding them down, And will them sair compell.
x ' But I'll avenge their feid mysell,
When I come o'er the sea; Adieu ! my ladye, and only joy,
For I may not stay wi' thee.'—
' Lord of the land, will you go then
Unto my father's place, And walk into their gardens green,
And I will you embrace.
twined] parted. bangisters] lawless folk.