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8 EARL EICHAED.
A green turf tyed across his breast,
To keep that gude lord down. w
Then up and spake the King himsell, When he saw the deadly wound—
" 0 wha has slain my right-hand man, That held my hawk and hound ? "—
Then up and spake the popinjay, ss
Says—" What needs a' this din ?
It was his light leman took his life, And hided him in the linn,"
She swore her by the grass sae grene,
Sae did she by the corn, mo
She hadna seen him, Erl Richard, Since Moninday at morn.
" Put na the wite on me," she said,
" It was my may Catherine:" Then they hae cut baith fern and thorn, we
To burn that maiden in.
It wadna take upon her cheik,
Nor yet upon her chin ; Nor yet upon her yellow hair,
To cleanse the deadly sin. no
some resemblance to a boiling caldron. Linn, means the pool beneath a cataract. Scott. |
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