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THE LAIRD OF WARISTOUN. |
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" Gif ye will do my bidding,
At my bidding for to be, w
It's I will make you lady
Of a' the lands you see."
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He spak a word in jest;
Her answer wasna good ; He threw a plate at her face, is
Made it a' gush out o' blood.
She wasna frae her chamber
A step but barely three, When up and at her richt hand
There stood Man's Enemy. 20
" Gif ye will do my bidding,
At my bidding for to be ; I'll learn you a wile
Avenged for to be."
The Foul Thief knotted the tether; as
She lifted his head on hie; The nourice drew the knot
That gar'd lord Waristoun die.
Then word is gane to Leith,
Also to Edinburgh town, ™
That the lady had kill'd the laird,
The laird o' Waristoun.
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