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JAMIE DOUGLAS. |
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When I rose up then in the morn,
My goodly palace for to lea', I knocked at my lord's chamber door, 25
But ne'er a word wad he speak to me.
But slowly, slowly, rose he up,
And slowly, slowly, cam he down, And when he saw me set on my horse,
He caused his drums and trumpets soun. so
" Now fare ye weel my goodly palace, And fare ye weel, my children three;
God grant your father grace to love you, Far more than ever he loved me."
He thocht that I was like himsel, 36
That had a woman in every hall; But I could swear by the heavens clear,
I never loved man but himsel.
As on to Embro' town we cam,
My guid father he welcomed me; «n
He caused his minstrels meet to sound,—
It was nae music at a' to me.
" Now haud your tongue, my daughter dear,
Leave off your weeping, let it be; For Jamie's divorcement I'll send over; «s
Far better lord I'll provide for thee."
" O haud your tongue, my father dear,
And of such talking let me be; For never a man shall come to my arms,
Since my lord has sae slighted me." w |
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