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CHIL ETHER. |
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Then she's ta'en ship, awa' to sail,
Out ower the roaring faem ; A' for to find him, Chil Ether,
And for to bring him hame.
She hadna sail'd the sea a month, st
A month but barely three, Until she landit on Ciper's shore,
By the meen-licht sae lie.
Lady Maisry did on her green mantle,
Took her purse in her hand, a>
And call'd to her her mariners, Syne walk'd up thro' the land.
She walked up, sae did she down,
Till she came till castell high; There she sat down on the door stane, sa
And weepit bitterlie.
Then out it spake a sweet, sweet voice,
Out ower the castell wa', " Now isna that Lady Maisry
That makes sic a dolefu' fa' ? *>
" But gin that be Lady Maisry,
Lat her make mirth and glee; For I'm her brother, Chil Ether,
That loves her tenderlie.
" But gin that be Lady Maisry, «
Lat her take purse in hand; And gang to yonder castell wa',—
They call it Gorinand. |
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