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" Sweet nourice, loud, loud cries my bairn,
O still him wi' the bell: " " He will not still, dear lady, 75
Till ye cum down yoursell."
The first step she stepped, She stepped on a stane, The next step she stepped, , She met the Lammikin. 80
And when she saw the red, red blude,
A loud skriech skrieched she : " O monster, monster, spare my child,
Who never skaithed thee !
" O spare, if in your bluidy breast 85
Abides not heart of stane!
0 spare, an' ye sail hae o' gold That ye can carry hame ! "
" I carena for your gold," he said,
" I carena for your fee: 90
1 hae been wranged by your lord,
Black vengeance ye sail drie.
" Here are nae serfs to guard your haa's,
Nae trusty spearmen here; In yon green wood they sound the horn, m
And chace the doe and deer.
" Tho merry sounds the gude green wood
Wi' huntsmen, hounds, and horn, Your lord sail rue ere sets yon sun
He has done me skaith and scorn." 100 |
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