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xv ' O T will tell to you, mither,
Gin ye wadna angry be.'— { Speak on, speak on, my little wee boy,
Ye'se nae be quarrell'd by me.'—
XVI
' As we came frae the hind-hunting,
We heard fine music ring.'— 'My blessings on you, my bonny boy,
I wish I'd been there my lane.'
XVII
They wistna weel where they were gaen,
Wi' the stratlins o' their feet; They wistna weel where they were gaen,
Till at her father's yate.
xvin ' I hae nae money in my pocket,
But royal rings hae three ; I'll gie them you, my little young son,
And ye'll walk there for me.
XIX
' Ye'll gi'e the first to the proud porter
And he will let you in ; Ye'll gi'e the next to the butler-boy
And he will show you ben;
xx
' Ye'll gi'e the third to the minstrel
That plays before the King; He'll play success to the bonny boy
Came thro' the wood him lane.'
stratlins] ? stragglings. yate] gate. ben] farther in. 148 |
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