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HTSTD HOKN. |
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He hoist up sails, and awa' sail'd he, And sail'd into a far countrie ; And when he look'd upon his ring, He knew she loved another man.
He hoist up sails and home came he, Home unto his ain countrie; The first he met on his own land, It chanc'd to be a beggar man.
" What news, what news, my gude auld man ? What news, what news, hae ye to me ? " " Nae news, nae news," said the auld man, " The morn's our queen's wedding day."
" Will ye lend me your begging weed, And I'll lend you my riding steed ? " " My begging weed will ill suit thee, And your riding steed will ill suit me."
But part be right, and part be wrang, Frae the beggar man the cloak he wan ; " Auld man, come tell to me your leed, What news ye gie when ye beg your bread."
" As ye walk up unto the hill, Your pike staff ye lend ye till; But whan ye come near by the yett, Straight to them ye will upstep. |
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