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204 ROB ROT. |
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Himsell gaed in and fand her out, Protesting he would marry.
When he cam he surrounded the house, No tidings there cam before him, 10
Or else the lady would have gone, For still she did abhor him.
" 0 will ye gae wi' me ? " he says, " O will ye be my honey ?
0 will ye be my wedded wife ? is For I loe ye best of ony."
" I winna gae wi' you," she says, " I winna be your honey ;
1 winna be your wedded wife,
' Ye loe me for my money." a>
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Wi' mournful cries and watery eyes, Fast hauding by her mother,
Wi' mournful cries and watery eyes, They were parted frae each other.
He gied her nae time to be dress'd, 25
As ladies do when they're brides,
But he hastened and hurried her awa, And rowed her in his plaids.
He mounted her upon a horse,
Himsell lap on behind her, 30 |
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