Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 6 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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" 0 haud your tongue, my father dear.
And wi' your weeping let it be ; Thy weeping's sairer on my heart,
Than a' that they can do to me.                    «
"And ye may gie my brother John
My sword that's bent in the middle clear,
And let him come at twelve o'clock, And see me pay the bishop's mare.
"And ye may gie my brother James                «
My sword that's bent in the middle brown,
And bid him come at four o'clock, And see his brother Hugh cut down.
" Remember me to Maggy, my wife,
The niest time ye gang o'er the moor ; to
Tell her, she staw the bishop's mare, Tell her, she was the bishop's whore.
"And ye may tell my kith and kin
I never did disgrace their blood, And when they meet the bishop's cloak, ti
To mak it shorter by the hood."