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62 BROWN ADAM.
" I lo'e Brown Adam weel," she said;
" I trew sae does he me ; I wadna gie Brown Adam's love
For nae fause knight I see."— *>
Out has he ta'en a purse o' gowd,
Was a' fou to the string, " 0 grant me love for love, ladye,
And a' this sail be thine."—
" I lo'e Brown Adam weel " she says; «
" I wot sae does he me: I wadna be your light leman,
For mair than ye could gie."—
Then out he drew his lang bright brand, And flash'd it in her een; so
" Now grant me love for love, ladye, Or thro' ye this sail gang! "—
Then, sighing, says that ladye fair, " Brown Adam tarries lang !"—
Then in and starts him Brown Adam, 55 Says—" I'm just at your hand."—
He's gar'd him leave his bonny bow, He's gar'd him leave his brand,
He's gar'd him leave a dearer pledge— Four fingers o' his right hand. <x> |
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