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72 THE BRAES o' YAKKOW.
" 0 had your tongue, father," she says, " And let be till to-morrow ; «°
A better lord there cou'dna be Than he that died on Yarrow."
She kiss'd his lips, and comb'd his hair,
As she had dune before, 0; Then wi' a crack her heart did brack, 65
Upon the braes o' Yarrow. |
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