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SWEET WILLIAM. |
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" Here's a letter, William," be says,
" I'm sure it's not to me ; And gin the morn gin twelve o'clock
Your love shall married be."
" Come saddle to me my horse," he said, «
" The brown and a' that's speedie, And I'll awa' to Old England,
To bring hame my ladie."
Awa he gade, awa he rade,
Awa wi' meikle speed; 50
He lichtit at every twa miles' end,
Lichtit and changed his steed.
When she entered the church style,
The tear was in her e'e; But when she entered the church door, s>
A blythe sight did she see.
" O hold your hand, you minister,
Hold it a little wee, Till I speak wi' the bonnie bride,
For she's a friend to me. eo
" Stand off, stand off, you braw bridegroom,
Stand off a little wee; Stand off, stand off, you braw bridegroom,
For the bride shall join wi' me."
Up and spak the bride's father, es
And an angry man was he,— "If I had pistol, powther and lead,
And all at my command, |
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