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YOUNG KEDIN. |
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0 white, white, war his wounds washen, ss As white as a linen clout;
But as the traitor she cam near, His wounds they gushed out!
" It's surely been my bouer-woman,
0 ill may her betide ; a>
1 ne'er wad slain him young Redin, And thrown him in the Clyde."
Then they've made a big bane-fire,
The bouer-woman to brin ; It tuke na on her cheek, her cheek, as
It tuke na on her chin, But it tuke on the cruel hands
That put young Redin in.
Then they've tane out the bouer-woman, And put the ladie in : 100
It tuke na on her cheek, her cheek, It tuke na on her chin,
But it tuke on the fause, fause arms, That young Redin lay in. |
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YOL. III. |
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