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HUGH OF LINCOLN. |
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She near'd Our Lady's deep draw-well,
Was fifty fathom deep ; " Whare'er ye be, my sweet Sir Hugh, «
I pray you to me speak."
" Gae hame, gae hame, my mither dear;
Prepare my winding sheet; And, at the back o' merry Lincoln,
The morn I will you meet." m
Now Lady Maisry is gane hame ;
Made him a winding sheet; And, at the back o' merry Lincoln,
The dead corpse did her meet.
And a' the bells o' merry Lincoln, 65
"Without men's hands were rung;
And a' the books o' merry Lincoln, Were read without man's tongue;
And ne'er was such a burial
Sin Adam's days begun. n |
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