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BILLIE AKCHIE. |
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"And twa of us will watch the road, And other twa between will gang,
And I will go to jail-house door,
And hold the prisoner unthought lang."
" Wha is this at the jail-house door, Sa weel as they do keu the gin ? "
" It's I mysell," said him Little Dickie, " And 0 sae fain 's I would be in ! "
" Awa, awa, now, Little Dickie,
Awa, let all your folly be; If the Lord Lieutenant come on you,
Like unto dogs he'll cause you die."
" Hold you, hold you, Billy Archie, And now let all your folly be;
Though I die without, you'll not die within For borrowed shall your body be."
" Awa, awa, now, Little Dickie,
Awa, let all this folly be; An hundred pounds of Spanish irons
Is all bound on my fair bodie."
Wi' plough coulters and gavelocks
They made the jail-house door to flee;
" And in God's name," said Little Dickie, " Cast you the prisoner behind me." |
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