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EDOM O GORDON. |
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0 then bespake her zoungest son.
Sat on the nurses knee, " Dear mother, gie owre your house," he
" For the reek it worries me."
" I winnae gie up my house, my dear,
To nae sik traitor as he; Cum well, cum wae, my jewels fair,
Ye maun tak share wi me."
0 then bespake her dochter dear, She was baith jimp and sma,
"0 row me in a pair o' shiets, And tow me owre the wa."
They rowd her in a pair of shiets,
And towd her owre the wa, But, on the point of Edom's speir,
She gat a deadly fa'.
0 bonny, bonny, was hir mouth,
And chirry were her cheiks, And clear, clear was hir zellow hair,
Whereon the reid bluid dreips.
Then wi his speir he turn'd hir owr,
0 gin hir face was wan!
He said, " Zou are the first that eer
1 wisht alive again." |
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