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LAMMIKI^T. |
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" O nourice, wanted ye your meat,
Or wanted ye your fee, Or wanted ye for any thing,
A fair lady could gie ? "
" I wanted for nae meat, ladie, ios
I wanted for nae fee; But I wanted for a hantle
A fair lady could gie."
Then Lammikin drew his red, red sword, And sharped it on a stane, no
And through and through this fair ladie, The cauld, cauld steel is gane.
Nor lang was't after this foul deed,
Till Lord Weire cumin' hame, Thocht he saw his sweet bairn's bluid lis
Sprinkled on a stane.
" I wish a' may be weel," he says,
" Wi' my ladie at hame ; For the rings upon my fingers
Are bursting in twain." 120
But mair he look'd, and dule saw he,
On the door at the trance, Spots o' his dear ladys bluid
Shining like a lance.
" There's bluid in my nursery, 12s
There's bluid in my ha', There's bluid in my fair lady's bower,
An' that's warst of a'." |
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