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312 LAMMIKIN. |
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O sweet, sweet sang the birdie,
Upon the bough sae hie, iai
But little cared false nourice for that,
For it was her gallows tree.
Then out he set, and his braw men
Rode a' the country roun'; Ere lang they faud the LammiMn 135
Had sheltered near to Downe.
They carried him a' airts 0' wind,
And mickle pain had he, At last before Lord Weire's gate
They hanged him on the tree. no |
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