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LORD LIVINGSTON. |
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When Blenchant brave, his gallant steed, Came prancing to the town.
" O where is now my ain gude lord,
He stays sae far frae me ? " " O dinna ye see your ain gude lord, 105
Stand bleeding by your knee ? "
" O live, O live, Lord Livingston,
The space o' ae half hour i There's nae a leech in Edinbro' town
But I'll bring to your door." no
" Awa' wi' your leeches, lady," he said,
" Of them I'll be the waur; There's nae a leech in Edinbro' town,
That can strong death debar.
" Ye'll take the lands o' Livingston, iu
And deal them liberallie; To the auld that may not, the young that cannot,
And blind that does na see; And help young maidens' marriages,
That has nae gear to gie." 120
" My mother got it in a book,
The first night I was born, I wou'd be wedded till a knight,
And him slain on the morn.
" But I will do for my love's sake us
What ladies woudna thole; Ere seven years shall hae an end,
Nae shoe's gang on my sole. |
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