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130 LADY ANNE BOTHWELL'S LAMENT.
Lye stilly my darling, sleipe a while,
And when thou wakest, sweitly smile :
But smile not, as thy father did,
To cozen maids; nay, God forbid !
But yett 1 feire, thou wilt gae neire 20
Thy fatheris hart and face to beire.
Baloto, fyc.
I cannae chuse, but ever will
Be luving to thy father still:
"Whaireir he gae, whaireir he ryde, as
My luve with him doth still abyde :
In weil or wae, whaireir he gae,
Mine hart can neire depart him frae.
Balow, SfC.
But doe not, doe not, pretty mine, s>
To faynings fals thine hart incline ; Be loyal to thy luver trew, And nevir change her for a new : If gude or faire, of hir have care, For womens banning 's wonderous sair. 35
JBcdow, SfC.
Bairne, sin thy cruel father is gane,
Thy winsome smiles maun eise my paine ;
My babe and I '11 together live,
He'll comfort me when cares doe grieve :
My babe and I right saft will ly, «
And quite forgeit man's cruelty.
Balow, fyc. |
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