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JOHN O' HAZELGKEEN. 87
To bring that youth to thee ; If ye'll tell me where your love stays,
His stile and proper name." " He's laird o' Taperbank," she says, m
" His stile, Young Hazelgreen."
Then he has coft for that lady
A fine silk riding gown; Likewise he coft for that lady
A steed, and set her on ; 100
"WT menji feathers in her hat,
Silk stockings and siller sheen ; And they are on to Taperbank,
Seeking young Hazelgreen.
They nimbly rode along the way, 103
And gently spurred their horse, Till they rode on to Hazelgreen,
To Hazelgreen's own close. Then forth he came, young Hazelgreen, , To welcome his father free; uo
" You're welcome here, my father dear,
And a' your companie."
But when he look'd o'er his shoulder,
A light laugh then gae he; Says, " If I getna this lady, 115
It's for her I must die ; I must confess this is the maid
I ance saw in a dream, |
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