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YOUNG WATERS. |
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" Tho' by him I'm condemn'd to die,
I'm lieve to his ain kin ; And for the truth, I'll plainly tell, 135
I am his sister's son."
" Gin ye're my sister's son," he said,
" It is nnkent to me." " O mindna ye on your sister Bess, '
That lives in the French countrie ? " ho
" Gin Bess then be your mither dear,
As I trust well she be, Gae hame, gae hame, young Waters;
Ye'se ne'er be slain by me."
But he lay by his napkin fine, us
Was saffc as ony silk, And on the block he laid his neck,
Was whiter than the milk.
Says, " Strike the blow, ye headsman, boy, And that right speedilie; 150
It's never be said here gaes a knight, Was ance cbndemn'd to die."
The head was ta'en frae young Waters,
And mony tears for him shed ; But mair did mourn for fair Margaret, im
As raving she lyes mad. |
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