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ROSE THE RED AND WHITE LILY
LII
Then out it spak' her Rose the Red,
And a hearty laugh laugh'd she; ' I wonder what would our step-dame say,
Gin she this sight did see! '
Leesome Brand
or. The Sheath and the Knife
I THERE is a feast in your father's house,
The broom blooms bonnie and sae it is fair—' It becomes you and me to be very douce, And ivell never gang down to the broom nae mair?
II But it is talk'd all over [the land], ' Lady Marget's plighted to Leesome Brand.'
in He 's done him to her father's stable And tane twa steeds baith wicht and able:
IV
Ane for him, and another for her
To carry them baith wi' might and virr.
v When they had ridden about six mile, Lady Marget then began to fail.
VI
' O gin I had but a gude midwife Here this day to save my life !
douce] quiet. wicht] sturdy. virr] vigour. 262 |
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