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90 archie or ca'field.
Until they cam to Murraywhate,
And they lighted there right speedilie.
" A smith! a smith ! " Dickie he cries,
" A smith, a smith, right speedilie, so
To turn back the caukers of our horses' shoon; For it's unkensome we wad be."
" There lives a smith on the water-side, "Will shoe my little black mare for me ;
And I've a crown in my pocket, x>
And every groat of it I wad gie."
" The night is mirk, and it's very mirk, And by candle-light I canna weel see ;
The night is mirk, and it's very pit mirk, And there will never a nail ca' right for me."*)
" Shame fa' you and your trade baith,
Canna beet a good fellow by your mystery ;
But leeze me on thee, my little black mare, Thou's worth thy weight in gold to me."
There was horsing, horsing in haste, «
And there was marching upon the lee,
Until they cam to Dumfries port,
And they lighted there right speedilie.
" There's five of us will hold the horse,
And other five will watchmen be : " *> |
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