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158 EDOM O' GOBDON.
He turn'd her owr and owr again;
0 gin hir skin was whyte! He ,said, " I might ha spard thy life,
To been some mans delyte."
" Busk and boon, my merry men all, ss
For ill dooms I do guess; I cannae luik in that bonny face,
As it lyes on the grass."
" Them luiks to freits, my master deir,
Their freits will follow them ; w
Let it neir be said brave Edom o' Gordon Was daunted with a dame."
0 then he spied hir ain deir lord,
As he came owr the lee; He saw his castle in a fire, w
As far as he could see.
" Put on, put on, my mighty men,
As fast as ze can drie, For he that's hindmost of my men,
Sail neir get guid o' me." ion
And some they raid, and some they ran,
Fu fast out owr the plain, But lang, lang, eer he coud get up,
They were a' deid and slain.
90. Then. 97. Qy. wight yemen ? |
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