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290 THE JOLLY GOSHAWK.
And the fourth kirk of fair Scotland Her true love met them at.
" Set down, set down the corpse," he said, " Till I look on the dead; no
The last time that I saw her face, She ruddy was and red ;
But now, alas, and woe is me ! She's wallowed like a weed."
He rent the sheet upon her face, us
A little aboon her chin ; With lily white cheek, and lemin' eyne,
She lookt and laugh'd to him.
" Give me a chive of your bread, my love, A bottle of your wine ; 120
For I have fasted for your love, These weary lang days nine ;
There's not a steed in your stable, But would have been dead ere syne.
" Gae hame, gae hame, my seven brothers, 125
Gae hame and blaw the horn; For you can say in the South of England,
Your sister gave you a scorn.
" I came not here to fair Scotland,
To lye amang the meal; iao