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AND THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 307
" If ye do any ill to true Thomas, Ye'se never get guid o' me."
When Thomas came before the king,
He glanced like the fire; His hair was like the threads o' gowd, «
His eyes like crystal clear.
" It was nae wonder, my daughter, Janet,
Altho' ye loved this man ; If he were a woman, as he is a man,
My bed-fellow he would been. «o
" O will ye marry my daughter Janet ?
The truth's in your right hand; Ye'se hae some o' my gowd, and some o' my gear,
And the twalt part o' my land."
" It's I will marry your daughter Janet; ss
The truth's in my right hand ; I'll hae nane o' your gowd, nor nane o' your gear,
I've enough in my own land.
" But I will marry your daughter Janety
With thirty ploughs and three, so
And four an' twenty bonny breast-mills, All on the water of Dee. |
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