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274 LANG JOHNNY MOIE. |
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" Whan ye come whar grass grows green,
Slack your shoes and rin ; s>
And whan ye come whar water's strong, Ye'll bend your bow and swim.
"And whan ye come to Benachie,
Ye'll neither chap nor ca'; Sae well's ye'll ken auld Johnny there, 65
Three feet abeen them a'.
" Ye'll gie to him this braid letter,
Seal'd wi' my faith and troth; And ye'll bid him bring alang wi' him
The body, Jock o' Noth." so
" Whan he came whar grass grew green,
He slack't his shoes and ran ; And whan he came whar water's strong,
He bent his bow and swam.
And whan he came to Benachie, as
Did neither chap nor ca'; Sae well's he kent auld Johnny there,
Three feet abeen them a'.
" What news, what news, my little wee boy ?
Ye never were here before;" 70
" Nae news, nae news, but a letter from
Your nephew, Johnny Moir.
" Ye'll take here this braid letter,
Seal'd wi' his faith and troth; And ye're bidden bring alang wi' you 75
The body, Jock o' Noth." |
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