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320 THE LAIRD OF WARISTOUN'.
My lord he stood upon the deck, I wyte he hail'd me courteouslie ;
" Ye are thrice welcome, my lady gay, Whase aught that bairn on your knee ? "
She turn'd her right and round about, 35
Says, " Why take ye sic dreads o' me ?
Alas! I was too young married, To love another man but thee."
" Now hold your tongue, my lady gay, Nae mair falsehoods yell tell to me; »>
This bonny bairn is not mine,
You've loved another while I was on sea."
' In discontent then hame she went, And aye the tear did blin' her e'e; Says, " Of this wretch I'll be revenged, 3s For these harsh words he's said to me."
She's counsell'd wi' her father's steward, What way she cou'd revenged be;
Bad was the counsel then he gave,—
It was to gar her gude lord dee. *>
The nourice took the deed in hand, I wat she was well paid her fee ;
She kiest the knot, and the loop she ran, Which soon did gar this young lord dee.
His brother lay in a room hard by, «
Alas ! that night he slept too soun';
But then he waken'd wi a cry, " I fear my brother's putten down. |
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