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OP THE FAIR DODHEAD. |
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"Alack a wae!" quo' auld Jock Grieve,
" Alack, my heart is sair for thee! For I was married on the elder sister,
And you on the youngest of a' the three."
Then he has ta'en out a bonny black, es
Was right weel fed with corn and hay,
And he's set Jamie Telfer on his back, To the Catslockhill to tak the fraye.
And whan he cam to the Catslockhill,
He shouted loud, and cried weel hie, ro
Till out and spak him William's Wat— " O whae's this brings the fraye to me ? "
" It's I, Jamie Telfer of the fair Dodhead,
A harried man I think I be; The Captain of Bewcastle has driven my gear; «
For God's sake rise, and succour me !"
" Alas for wae !" quoth William's Wat,
" Alack, for thee my heart is sair! I never cam by the fair Dodhead,
That ever I fand thy basket bare." so
He's set his twa sons on coal-black steeds,
HimseU upon a freckled gray, And they are on wi' Jamie Telfer,
To Branksome Ha' to tak the fraye. |
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