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THE KAID OF THE KEIDSWIRE. 129 |
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Thir limmer thieves, they have good hearts, They nevir think to be o'erthrown;
Three banners against "Weardale-men they bare, 135 As if the world had been all their own.
Thir "Weardale-men, they have good hearts,
They are as stiff as any tree; For, if they'd every one been slain,
Never a foot back man would flee. i*>
And such a storm amongst them fell As I think you never heard the like,
For he that bears his head so high, He oft-times falls into the dyke.
And now I do entreat you all, i«
As many as are present here. To pray for [the] singer of this song,
For he sings to make blithe your cheer. |
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THE RAID OF THE REIDSWIRE.
From Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, ii. 15.
This ballad is preserved in the Bannatyne MS., and was first printed in Ramsay's Evergreen, ii. 224. Seott informs us that Ramsay took some liberties with the original text, and even interpolated the manuscript to favor his readings. A more accurate copy was given in the Border Minstrelsy. The text in Herd's vol. vi. 9 |
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