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THE LOCHMABEN HARPER. 9
He turn'd them loose at the castle gate, Ower muir and moss and ilka dale ;
And she ne'er let the Wanton bait,
But kept him a-galloping hame to her foal.
The mare she was right swift o' foot, • «
She didna fail to find the way ; For she was at Lochmaben gate
A lang three hours before the day.
When she came to the Harper's door,
There she gave mony a nicker and sneer— so
" Eise up," quo' the wife, " thou lazy lass ; Let in thy master and his mare."
Then up she rose, put on her clothes, And keekit through at the lock-hole—
" 0, by my sooth," then cried the lass, w
" Our mare has gotten a braw brown foal!"
" Come haud thy tongue, thou silly wench !
The morn's but glancing in your ee ; I'll wad my hail fee against a groat,
He's bigger than e'er our foal will be." bo
Now all this while in merry Carlisle The Harper harped to hie and law,
And the fiend dought they do but listen him to, Until that the day began to daw. |
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