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IX. MISCELLANEOUS |
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'Where shall I gang, my ain true love, Where shall I gang to hide me ;
For weel ye ken, i' ye're father's bow'r, It wad be death to find me/
'O, go you to yon tavern house, An' there count o'er your lawin,
An' if I be a woman true, I'll meet you in the dawin.'
O, he's gone to yon tavern house,
An' ay he counted his lawin, An' ay he drank to her gude health—
Was to meet him in the dawin.
O, he's gone to yon tavern house,
An' counted owre his lawin, When in there cam three armed men
To meet him in the dawin.
' O, woe. be unto woman's wit,
It has beguiled many 1 She promised to come hersel,
But she sent three men to slay me.'
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' Get up, get up, now Sister Ann, I fear we've wrought you sorrow;
Get up, ye'll find your true love slain Among the banks of Yarrow.
She sought him east, she sought him west, She sought him braid and narrow,
Till in the clintin of a craig,
She found him drown'd in Yarrow.
She's ta'en three links of her yellow hair That hung down long and yellow;
And she's tied it about sweet Willie's waist, An' drawn him out of Yarrow.
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I made my love a suit of clothes,
I clad him all in tartan ; But ere the morning sun arose
He was a' bluid to the gartan.
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