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XIII
He 's louted him o'er the Eastmuir craig, As out she swang and about the tree;
He stepped in, gave her a kiss,
The royal belt he brought him wi'.
xiv
Her breath was Strang, her hair was lang And twisted twice about the tree,
As awa' she gid, and again she swang— ' Come to the craig, an' kiss with me!
xv
' Here is a royal ring,' she said,
' That I have found in the green sea ;
And while your finger it is on,
Drawn shall your blood never be ;
But if you touch me, tail or fin,
I swear my ring your death shall be.'
xvi
He 's louted him o'er the Eastmuir craig, As out she swang and about the tree;
He stepped in, gave her a kiss,
The royal ring he brought him wi'.
XVII
Her breath was Strang, her hair was lang
And twisted ance about the tree, As awa' she gid and again she swang— 'Come to the craig, an' kiss with me!
louted] bowed. gidj went.
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