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XIII
' O where is now my wedded lord, And where now can he be ?
O where is now my wedded lord ? For him I canna see.'—
XIV
' Your wedded lord is dead,' she says, i And just gane to be laid in the clay ;
Your wedded lord is dead,' she says, ' And just gane to be buried the day.
xv i Ye'se get nane o' his gowd, ye'se get nane o' his gear,
Ye'se get nae thing frae me; Ye'se na get an inch o' his gude broad land,
Tho' your heart suld burst in three.'
XVI
' I want nane o' his gowd, I want nane o' his gear,
I want nae land frae thee ; But I'll hae the rings that's on his finger,
For them he did promise to me.'
XVII
' Ye'se na get the rings that's on his finger,
Ye'se na get them frae me; Ye'se na get the rings that's on his linger, An' your heart suld burst in three.'
XVIII
She 's turn'd her back unto the wa',
And her face unto a rock, And there, before the mother's face,
Her very heart it broke. |
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