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KOB EOT. |
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O pitie on yon fair castle,
That's built with stone and lime, ?o
But far mair pitie on Lady Loudoun,
And all her children nine. |
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ROB ROY. (See p. 203.)
Prom Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, by Robert Burns, edited by Cromek, ii. 199.
Rob Roy from the Highlands cam,
Unto the Lawlan' border, To steal awa a gay ladie
To haud his house in order. He cam owre the lock o' Lynn, «
Twenty men his arms did carry; Himsel gaed in, an' fand her out,
Protesting he would marry.
" O will ye gae wi' me," he says,
" Or will ye be my honey ? 10
Or will ye be my wedded wife ?
For I love you best of any." " I winna gae wi' you," she says,
" Nor will I be your honey, Nor will I be your wedded wife ; is
You love me for my money."
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But he set her on a coal-black steed, Himsel lap on behind her, fol. vi. 17 |
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