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THE JOLLY GOSHAWK. |
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Her sisters they went to a room,
To make to her a sark ; The cloth of it was satin' fine, &
And the steeking silken wark.
" But well is me, my jolly goshawk,
That ye can speak and flee ; Come shew to me any love tokens
That you have brought to me." «>
" She sends you the rings from her fingers,
The garlands from her hair ; She sends you the heart within her breast :
And what would you have mair ? And at the fourth kirk of fair Scotland, ss
She bids you meet her there."
" Come hither, all my merry young men,
And drink the good red wine; For we must on to fair England,
To free my love from pine." i«>
At the first kirk of fair Scotland,
They gart the bells be rung; At the second kirk of fair Scotland,
They gart the mass be sung.
At the third kirk of fair Scotland, i<»
They dealt gold for her sake;
VOL. III. 19 |
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