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YOUNG HUNTING. |
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I have a lady in Garmouth town I love better than thee." 20
" O if your love be changed, my love,
Since better canno' be, Nevertheless, for auld lang syne,
Ye'll stay this night wi' me.
" Silver, silver shall be your wage, a
And gowd shall be your fee; And nine times nine into the year,
Tour weed shall changed be.
" Will ye gae to the cards or dice,
Or to a tavern fine ? so
Or will ye gae to a table forebye,
And birl baith beer and wine ? "
" I winna gang to the cards nor dice,
Nor to a tavern fine ; But I will gang to a table forebye, 3«
And birl baith beer and wine."
Then she has drawn for young Hunting
The beer but and the wine, Till she got him as deadly drunk
As ony unhallowed swine. «
Then she's ta'en out a trusty brand,
That hang below her gare ; Then she's wounded him, young Hunting,
A deep wound and a sair.
Then out it speaks her comrade, «
Being in the companie : |
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