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THE JOLLY GOSHAWK. |
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Motherwell's MinsireUy, p. 353.
" 0 "well is me, my jolly goshawk,
That ye can speak and flee ; For ye can carry a love-letter
To my true love from me."
" 0 how can I carry a letter to her, s
When her I do not know ? I bear the lips to her never spak,
And the eyes that her never saw."
" The thing of my love's face that's white Is that of dove or maw ; m
The thing of my love's face that's red Is like blood shed on snaw.
" And when you come to the castel, Light on the bush of ash; |
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