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LAMBERT LINKIN. |
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" O whare is your gude lord ? "
Said Lambert Linkin. " He's awa to New England,
To meet with his king." a>
" 0 where is his auld son ? "
Said Lambert Linkin. " He's awa to buy pearlings,
Gin our lady ly in."
" Then she'll never wear them," 25
Said Lambert Linkin. " And that is nae pity,"
Said the fause nurse to him.
" 0 where is your lady ? "
Said Lambert Linkin, so
" She's in her bouir sleepin',"
Said the fause nurse to him.
" How can we get at her ? "
Said Lambert Linkin. " Stab the babe to the heart 35
Wi' a silver bo'kin."
" That wud be a pity,"
Said Lambert Linkin. " Nae pity, nae pity,"
Said the fause nurse to him. *° |
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