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12 YOUNG BEKIE. |
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She's gi'en him a steed was good in need,
And a saddle o' royal bane; A leash o' hounds o' ae litter,
And Hector called ane. «
Atween thir twa a vow was made,
'Twas made full solemnlie, That or three years were come and gane,
Weel married they should be.
He hadna been in's ain countrie «
A twelvemonth till an end, Till he's forced to marry a duke's daughter,
Or than lose a' his land.
" Ochon, alas !" says young Bekie,
" I kenna what to dee ; «>
For I canna win to Burd Isbel,
And she canna come to me."
0 it fell out upon a day
Burd Isbel fell asleep, And up it starts the Billy Blin, m
And stood at her bed feet.
" O waken, waken, Burd Isbel;
How can ye sleep so soun'; When this is Bekie's wedding day,
And the marriage gaing on ? m |
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