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194 THE BARON OP BRAIKLET. |
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'•' Come forth than, my maidens, an show them
some play; "We'll ficht them, an shortly the cowards will fly. Gin I had a husband, wheras I hae nane, He wadna ly in his bed and see his ky taen. 85
" Ther's four-an-twenty milk whit calves, twal 0'
them ky, In the woods o' Glentanner it's ther they a' ly; Ther are goats in the Etnach, an sheep 0' the
brae, An a' will be plunderd by young Inverey."
" Now haud your tongue, Peggy, an gie me a gun, Ye'll see me gae furth, but He never return. « Call my bruther William, my unkl also; My cusin James Gordon, we'll mount an' we'll go."
Whan Braikley was ready an stood i the closs, He was the bravest- baronne that e'er munted horse; «
Whan a' war assembld on the castell green, Nae man like brave Braikley was ther to be seen.
" Turn back, bruther William, ye are a bridegroom,
We bonnie Jean Gordon, the maid o the mill, 0 sichin and sobbin she'll seen get her fill." » |
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