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YOUNG EEDIN. |
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"01 hae heal'd on my mistress
A twalmonth and a day, And I hae heal'd on my mistress,
Mair than I can say." *>
They 've booted him, and they 've spurred him,
As he was wont to ride :— A huntin horn round his neck,
And a sharp sword by his side ; In the deepest place o' Clyde's water, u
It's there they 've made his bed.
Sine up bespak the wylie parrot,
As he sat on the tree,— " And hae ye kill'd him young Redin,
"Wha ne'er had love but thee !" so
" Come doun, come doun, ye wylie parrot^
Come doun into my hand ; Tour cage sail be o' the beaten gowd,
When now it's but the wand."
" I winna come doun, I canna come doun, a
I winna come doun to thee ; For as ye 've dune to young Redin,
Ye'll do the like to me ; Ye'll thraw my head aff my hause-bane,
And throw me in the sea." oo |
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