Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 7 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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" My father he has winter fruit
That in December grew; My mither has an Indian gown,
That waft was ne'er ca'd thro'; A sparrow's horn is quickly found ;                i£s
There's ane on every claw; There's ane upon the neb o' him;
Perhaps there may be twa.
" The priest he's standing at the door,
Just ready to come in ;                                     iao
Nae man can say that he was born,
To lie it were a sin; A wild bore tore his mither's side,
He out o' it did fa'; Then we'll baith lie in ae bed,                          iss
And thou's lie neist the wa'."
Little kend Girzy Sinclair
That morning whan she raise, That this wad be the hindermaist
0' a' her maiden days ;                              uo
But now there's nae within the realm,
I think, a blyther twa; And they baith lie in ae bed,
And she lies neist the wa'.
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