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THE BONNIE HOUSE OF AIBLY. 187
They hae sought it up, they hae sought it down, They have sought it maist severely,
Till they fand it in the fair plum-tree,
That shines on the bowling-green of Airlie.
He hath taken her by the middle sae small, »
And 0 but she grat saivly! And laid her down by the bonny burn-side,
Till they plundered the castle of Airlie.
" Gif my gude lord war here this night,
As he is with King Charlie, ao
Neither you, nor ony ither Scottish Lord, Durst awow to the plundering of Airlie.
" Gif my gude Lord war now at hame,
As he is with his king, Then durst nae a Campbell in a' Argyll as
Set fit on Airlie green.
" Ten bonny sons I have born unto him,
The eleventh ne'er saw his daddy; But though I had an hundred mair,
I'd gie them a' to King Charlie. *> |
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