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LORD MAXWELL'S LAST GOODNIGHT
' There Hamiltons, and Douglas baith,
Shall rise to succour thee.'— ' Thanks for thy kindness, fair my dame,
But I may not stay wi' thee.'—
Then he tuik aff a gay gold ring,
Thereat hang signets three; ' Hae, tak thee that, mine ain kind thing,
And still hae mind o' me!
' But if thou take another lord,
Ere I come ower the sea, His life is but a three days' lease,
Though I may not stay wi' thee.'
The wind was fair, the ship was clear,
That good lord went away; And most part of his friends were there,
To give him a fair convey.
They drank the wine, they didna spare
Even in that gude lord's sight— Sae now he's o'er the floods sae gray,
And Lord Maxwell has ta'en his Goodnight.