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LAIRD OF WAKIESTOITN. Ill
" At evening when ye sit
And when ye drink the wine, See that ye fill the glass well up u
To the laird o' Wariestoun."
So at table as they sat,
And when they drank the wine, She made the glass aft gae round
To the laird o' Wariestoun. 20
The nurice she knet the knot,
And O she knet it sicker ; The ladie did gie it a twig,
Till it began to wicker.
But word has gane doun to Leith, ss
And up to Embro toun, That the lady she has slain the laird,
The laird o' Wariestoun.
Word's gane to her father, the great Dunie-pace,
And an angry man was he; so
Cries, " Fy ! gar mak a barrel o' pikes,
And row her doun some brae."
She said, " Wae be to ye, Wariestoun,
I wish ye may sink for ain ; For I hae been your gudwife ss |
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