Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 2 of 8 from 1860 edition

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The milk out o' a maiden's breast,                us
That bairn had never nane.
He's taen his harp intill his hand;
Sae sweetly as it rang, And wae and weary was to hear
Glenkindie's dowie sang.                            '^
But cald and dead was that lady,
Nor heeds for a' his maen ; An he wad harpit till domisday,
She'll never speak again.
He's taen his harp intill his hand ;               125
He harpit and he sang; And he is hame to Gib his man
As fast as he could gang.
" Come forth, come forth, now, Gib, my man, Till I pay you your fee ;                            ia>
Come forth, come forth, now, Gib, my man ; Weel payit sail ye be! "
And he has taen him, Gib, his man,
And he has hang'd him hie ; And he's hangit him o'er his ain yate, 135
As high as high could be.
120. This stanza has been altered, to introduce a little va­riety, and prevent the monotonous tiresomeness of repeti­tion. J.