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THE BKOOSI OF COWDENMOWS. 47
" But I am not the Laird o' the Oakland hills,
Ye're far mista'en o' me ; But I'm ane o' the men about his house,
An' right aft in his companie."— <o
He's ta'en her by the middle jimp,
And by the grass-green sleeve ; He's lifted her over the fauld-dyke,
And speer'd at her sma' leave.
O he's ta'en out a purse o' gowd, «
And streek'd her yellow hair ; " Now, take ye that, my bonny may,
Of me till you hear mair."—
0 he's leapt on his berry-brown steed,
An' soon he's o'erta'en his men ; s>
And ane and a' cried out to him, " O master, ye've tarry'd lang!"—
"01 hae been east, and I hae been west, An' I hae been far o'er the knowes,
But the bonniest lass that ever I saw 55
Is i' the bought, milking the ewes."—
She set the cog upon her head,
An' she's gane singing hame ; " 0 where hae ye been, my ae daughter ?
Ye hae na been your lane."— a> |
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