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LORD LIVINGSTON. |
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" There's never lint gang on my head,
Nor kame gang in my hair, 130
Nor ever coal nor candle light, Shine in my bower mair."
When seven years were near an end,
The lady she thought lang; And wi' a crack her heart did brake, 135
And sae this ends my sang. |
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