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322 THE LAIRD OP 'WAEISTOTnr. |
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" Seven daughters I ha'e left at hame,
As fair women as fair can be ; But I wou'd gi'e them ane by ane,
O bonny Jean, to borrow thee." so
" O borrow me father, borrow me,—
O borrow'd shall I never be ; I that is worthy o'.the death,
It is but right that I shou'd dee."
Then out it speaks the king himsell, ss
And aye as he steps in the fleer; Says, " I grant you your life, lady,
Because you are of tender year."
" A boon, a boon, my liege the king,
The boon I ask, ye'll grant to me:" so
" Ask on, ask on, my bonny Jean, Whate'er ye ask it's granted be."
" Cause take me out at night, at night,
Lat not the sun upon me shine ; And take me to yon heading hill, &•
Strike aff this dowie head o' mine.
" Ye'll take me out at night, at night, When there are nane to gaze and see;
And ha'e me to yon heading hill, And ye'll gar head me speedilie." 100
They've ta'en her out at nine at night, Loot not the sun upon her shine;
And had her to yon heading hill, ■ And headed her baith neat and fine. |
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