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KATHARINE JANFAKIE. |
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The bride looked out at a high window,
Beheld baith dale and down, so
And she was aware of her first true love, With riders mony a one.
She scoffed him, and scorned him,
Upon her wedding day; And said—it was the fairy court, «
To see him in array !
" O come ye here to fight, young lord,
Or come ye here to play, Or come ye here to drink good wine
Upon the wedding day ? " *>
" I come na here to fight," he said,
"I come na here to play; I'll but lead a dance wi' the bonny bride,
And mount, and go my way."
Tt is a glass of the blood-red wine «
"Was filled up them between, And aye she drank to Lauderdale,
Wha her true love had been.
He's ta'en her by the milk-white hand,
And by the grass-green sleeve; m
He's mounted her hie behind himsell, At her kinsmen speir'd na leave. |
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