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KOBENE AND MAKYNE. |
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" Robene, I stand in sic a style,
I sicht, and that full sair." " Makyne, I haif bene heir this quyle :
At hame God gif I wair!" ».>
" My hinny, Robene, talk ane quhyle,
Gif thou wilt do na mair." " Makyne, sum uthir man begyle,
For hamewart I will fair."
Robene on his wayis went, 65
As licht as leif of tre"; Makyne murnit in her intent,
And trowd him nevir to se. Robene brayd attour the bent;
Than Makyne cryit on hie, ra
" Now ma thow sing, for I am schent!
Quhat alis lufe with me ? "
Makyne went hame withouttin faill,
Full werry eftir cowth weip: Than Robene in a ful fair daill re
Assemblit all his scheip. Be that sum parte of Makyne's ail
Out throw his hairt cowd creip ; He followit hir fast thair till assail,
And till her tuke gude keep. so
" Abyd, abyd, thou fair Makyne, . A word for ony thing; |
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