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THE LORD OF LORN
LXI
But then bespake that Child of Lorn, And answer'd the Duke right merrilye :
' I had rather have her with a ring of gold Than all the gold you can proffer to me.' |
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Edom o' Gordon
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T fell about the Martinmas, When the wind blew shrill and cauld, Said Edom o' Gordon to his men, ' We maun draw to a hauld.
ii
' And what a hauld sail we draw to,
My merry men and me ? We will gae to the house o' the Rodes,
To see that fair ladye.'
Hi The lady stood on her castle wa',
Beheld baith dale and down; There she was 'ware of a host of men
Cam' riding towards the town.
IV
' O see ye not, my merry men a',
O see ye not what I see ? Methinks I see a host of men;
I marvel wha they be,'
hauld] place of shelter. town] stead. |
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