Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 3 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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280                   THE GAT GQSS-HAWK.
" Feast on, feast on, my maidens a',
The wine flows you amang, While I gang to my shot-window,
And hear yon bonny bird's sang.                   oo
" Sing on, sing on, my bonny bird,
The sang ye sung yestreen; For weel I ken, by your sweet singing,
Ye are frae my true love sen."
0 first he sang a merry sang,                             
And syne he sang a grave ; And syne he pick'd his feathers gray,
To her the letter gave.
" Have there a letter from Lord William ;
He says he's sent ye three;                            n
He canna wait your love langer,
But for your sake he'll die."—
" Gae bid him bake his bridal bread,
And brew his bridal ale ; And I shall meet him at Mary's kirk,               
Lang, lang ere it be stale."
The lady's gane to her chamber,
And a moanfu' woman was she; As gin she had ta'en a sudden brash,
And were about to die.                            * »