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306 LORD THOMAS OF WINESBEBBT |
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" There is no dreder in my heart,
Nor do I love a man ; But it is for your long byding it
Into the land of Spain."
" Ye'll cast aff your bonny brown gown,
And lay it on a stane; And I'll tell you, my jelly Janet,
If ever ye loved a man." ao
She's cast off her bonny brown gown,
And laid it on a stane; Her belly was big, her twa sides high,
Her colour it was quite gane.
" O is it to a man o' might, Janet ? 25
Or is it till a man that's mean ? Or is it to one of my poor soldiers,
That I've brought hame frae Spain ? "
" It's not till a man o' might," she says,
" Nor yet to a man that's mean; 30
But it is to Thomas o' Winesberry, That cannot langer len'."
" O where are all my wall-wight men,
That I pay meat and fee ; That will gae for him, true Thomas, «
And bring him here to me ? For the morn, ere I eat or drink,
High hanged shall he be."
She's turn'd her right and round about, The tear blindet her e'e; « |
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