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344 LORD LIVINGSTON. |
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Then they hae wadded their wagers, And laid their pledges down ;
To the high castle o' Edhibro' They made them ready boun'.
The chamber that they did gang in,
There it was daily dight; The kipples were like the gude red gowd,
As they stood up in hight; And the roof-tree like the siller white,
And shin'd like candles bright.
The lady fair into that ha'
Was comely to be seen; Her kirtle was made o' the pa',
Her gowns seem'd o' the green.
Her gowns seem'd like green, like green,
Her kirtle o' the pa'; A siller wand intill her hand,
She marshall'd ower them a'.
She gae every knight a lady bright,
And every squire a may; Her own sell chose him, Livingston,
They were a comely tway.
Then Seaton started till his foot,
The fierce flame in his e'e : " On the next day, wi' sword in hand,
On plain fields, meet ye me."
When bells were rang, and mass was sung, And a' man bound for bed: |
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