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BROWN ADAM |
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XIII
Then out he drew his lang, lang bran', And he 's flashM it in her e'en:
' Now grant me love for love, lady, Or thro' you this sail gang.'—
XIV
' O,' sighing said that gay ladye,
' Brown Adam tarries lang ! '— Then up and starts him Brown Adam,
Says, ' I'm just to your hand.' xv He 's gar'd him leave his bow, his bow,
He 's gar'd him leave his brand ; He 's gar'd him leave a better pledge—
Four fingers o' his right hand.
4p. Jellon Grame
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O
JELLON GRAME sat in Silvenvood, He sharp'd his broadsword lang; And he has call'd his little foot-page An errand for to gang.
ii ' Win up, my bonny boy,' he says,
' As quickly as ye may; For ye maun gang for Lillie Flower Before the break of day.'—
in The boy has buckled his belt about, And through the green-wood ran; And he came to the ladye's bower Before the day did dawn. |
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