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YOUNG EEDET. |
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Whan they were at their supper set,
And merrily drinking wine, This ladie has tane a sair sickness, 15
And til her bed has gane.
Young Eedin he has followed her,
And a dowie man was he; He fund his true-love in her bouer,
And the tear was in her ee. 20
Whan he was in her arms laid,
And gieing her kisses sweet, Then out she's tane a little penknife,
And wounded him sae deep.
" O Jang, lang, is the winter nicht, 2s
And slawly daws the day ; There is a slain knicht in my bouer,
And I wish he war away."
Then up bespak her bouer-woman,
And she spak ae wi' spite :— so
" An there be a slain knicht in your bouer, It's yoursel that has the wyte."
" 0 heal this deed on me, Meggy,
0 heal this deed on me ; The silks that war shapen for me gen Pasche,
They sail be sewed for thee." so |
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