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LAMBERT LINKIN. |
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" There's twa smocks in your coffer,
As white as a swan ; Put ane o' them about you,
It will shew you licht doun."
She took ane o' them about her, «
And came tripping doun; But as soon as she viewed,
Belinkin was in.
" Gude morrow, gude morrow,"
Said Lambert Linkin. ro
" Gude morrow to yoursell, sir,"
Said the lady to him.
" 0 save my life, Belinkin,
Till my husband come back, And I'll gie ye as much red gold 75
As ye'll haud in your hat."
" I'll not save your life, lady, Till your husband come back,
Tho' you wud gie me as much red gold As I could haud in a sack. ao
" Will I kill her ? " quo' Belinkin, " Will I kill her, or let her be ? "
" You may kill her," said the fause nurse, " She was ne'er gude to me ; |
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