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She has put it to her roudes lip,
And to her roudes chin ; She has put it to her fause, fause mouth, u
But the never a drap gaed in.
He has put it to his bonny mouth,
And to his bonny chin, He's put it to his cherry lip,
And sae fast the rank poison ran in. so
" 0 ye hae poison'd your ae son, mother,
Your ae son and your heir; O ye hae poison'd your ae son, mother,
And sons you'll never hae mair.
" 0 where will I get a little boy, as
That will win hose and shoon, To rin sae fast to Darlinton,
And bid fair Eleanor come ? "—
Then up and spake a little boy,
That wad win hose and shoon,— so
" 0 I'll away to Darlinton,
And bid fair Eleanor come."—
0 he has run to Darlinton,
And tirled at the pin ; And wha was sae ready as Eleanor's sell ss
To let the bonny boy in. |
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