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190 THE BAKON OF BRACKXEY.
" Then rise up, my lasses, tak rocks in your hand, And turn back the kye ;—I ha'e you at command.
" Gin I had a husband, as I hae nane,
He wadna lye in his bower, see his kye ta'en."
Then up got the baron, and cried for his graith ; is Says, " Lady, I'll gang, tho' to leave you I'm laith.
" Come, kiss me, then, Peggy, and gie me my speir ; I ay was for peace, tho' I never fear'd weir.
" Come, kiss me, then, Peggy, nor think I'm to
blame; I weel may gae out, but I'll never win in ! " a>
When Brackley was busked, and rade o'er the
closs, A gallanter baron ne'er lap to a horse.
When Brackley was mounted, and rade o'er the
« green, He was as bald a baron as ever was seen.
Tho' there, cam' wi' Inverey thirty and three, 25 There was nan« wi' bonny Brackley but his brother and he.
Twa gallanter Gordons did never sword draw ; But against four and thirty, wae's me, what is twa ? |
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