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THE BARON OF BRAIKLEY. 193
" Gin ye be hir'd widdifus, ye may gang by,
Ye may gang to the lawlands and steal their fat
ky; Ther spulzie like revers o' wyld kettrin clan, 15 Wha plunder unsparing baith houses and Ian'.
" Gin ye be gentlemen, licht an cum in, Ther's meat an drink i' my ha' for every man : Gin ye be hir'd widdifus, ye may gang by, Gang down to the lawlans, an steal horse an ky." »
Up spak his ladie, at his bak where she laid, " Get up, get up, Braikley, an be not afraid;
They're but hir'd widdifus wi belted plaids.
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" Cum kis me, my Peggy, I'le nae langer stay, For I will go out an meet Inverey; 25
But baud your tongue, Peggy, and mak nae sic
din, For yon same hir'd widdifus will prove to be
men."
She called on her maries, they came to her han ; Cries, " Bring your rocks, lassies, we will them
coman; Get up, get up, Braikley, and turn bak your ky, ® For me an my women will them defy. vol. vi. 13 |
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