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' O my son 's slain, he 's falling to swoun, And a' for the sake of an English loun !'—
XXXI
' So say not sae, my dearest mother, But marry her to my youngest brother.
XXXII
' This has not been the death o' ane, But it's been the death o' fair seventeen.'
The Douglas Tragedy
I
RISE up, rise up, now Lord Douglas.' she says, And put on your armour so bright; Let it never be said that a daughter of thine Was married to a lord under night.
II ' Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons,
And put on your armour so bright, And take better care of your youngest sister.
For your eldest's awa the last night.'
in He 's mounted her on a milk-white steed,
And himself on a dapple grey, With a bugelet horn hung down his side;
And lightly they rode away.
IV
Lord William look'd o'er his left shoulder, '
To see what he could see, And there he spy'd her seven brethren bold
Come riding over the lea. 160 |
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