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LOBD WILLIAM. 19
" Come to my arms, my dear Willie,
You're welcome hame to me ; 10
To best o' cheer and charcoal red, And candle burning free."—
" I winna light, I darena light,
Nor come to your arms at a'; A fairer maid than ten o' you u
I'll meet at Castle-law."—
" A fairer maid than me, Willie !
A fairer maid than me ! A fairer maid than ten o' me
Your eyes did never see."— 20
He louted ower his saddle lap,
To kiss her ere they part, And wi' a little keen bodkin,
She pierced him to the heart.
" Ride on, ride on, Lord William now, sjs
As fast as ye can dree ! Your bonny lass at Castle-law
Will weary you to see."— |
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11. Charcoal red. This circumstance marks the antiquity of the poem. While wood was plenty in Scotland, charcoal was the usual fuel in the chambers of the wealthy. Scott. |
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