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PRINCE ROBERT. 25
Ye'se get nae thing frae me ; Ye'se no get an inch o' his gude braid land, Though your heart suld burst in three."— ea
" I want nane o' his gowd, I want nane o' his gear,
I want nae land frae thee : But I'll hae the rings that's on his finger,
For them he did promise to me."—
" Ye'se no get the rings that's on his finger, «
Ye'se no get them frae me ; Ye'se no get the rings that's on his finger,
An your heart suld burst in three."—
She's turn'd her back unto the wa',
And her face unto a rock ; 70
And there, before the mother's face,
Her very heart it broke.
The tane was buried in Marie's kirk,
The tother in Marie's quair ; And out o' the tane there sprang a birk, 75
And out o' the tother a brier. -
And thae twa met, and thae twa plat,
The birk but and the brier; And by that ye may very weel ken
They were twa lovers dear. so |
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