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144 THE DEATH OF PAKOY EEED.
The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
And they wad kill baith thee and me."
" 0, turn thee, turn thee, Tommy Ha',
0, turn now, man, and fight wi' me; so
If ever we come to Troughend again, My daughter Jean I'll gie to thee."
" I mayna turn, I canna turn,
I daurna turn and fight wi' thee; The Crosiers haud thee at a feud, ss
And they wad kill baith thee and me."
" 0, shame upon ye, traitors a'!
I wish your hames ye may never see; Ye've stown the bridle off my naig,
And I can neither fight nor flee. ioo
" Ye've stown the bridle off my naig, And ye've put water i' my lang gun;
Ye've fixed my sword within the sheath, That out again it winna come."
He had but time to cross himsel', 105
A prayer he hadna time to say, Till round him came the Crosiers keen,
All riding graithed, and in array.
" "Weel met, weel met, now, Parcy Eeed,
Thou art the very man we sought; uo |
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