Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 4 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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And we wald play us in this plane, They wald us bayth reproif."
" Eobene, tak tent unto my taill,
And wirk all as I reid, And thow sail haif my hairt all haill, as
Eik and my madinheid. Sen God sendis bute for baill,
And for murning remeid, I dern with the bot gif I daill,
Dowbtles I am bot deid."                               «
" Makyne, to morne this ilka tyde,
And ye will meit me heir; Perventure my scheip ma gang besyd,
Quhyll we haif liggit full neir: Bot maugre haif I, and I byd,                          «
Fra they begin to steir; Quhat lyis on hairt I will nocht hyd ;
Makyne, than mak gud cheir."
" Robene, thou reivis me roiss and rest;
I luve bot the allone."                                      s>
" Makyne, adew, the sone gois west,
The day is neirhand gone." " Robene, in dule I am so drest,
That lufe will be my bone." " Ga lufe, Makyne, quhair evir thou list, «
For leman I lue none."