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XXV
' O wha's blood is this,' he says, ' That lies in the cham'er r'—
' It is your lady's heart's blood ; :Tis as clear as the lamer.'—
XXVI
' And wha's blood is this,' he says,
' That lies in my ha' ?'— ' It is your young son's hearts blood ;
'Tis the clearest ava'.'
XXVII
O sweetly sang the black-bird
That sat upon the tree ; But sairer grat Lamkin,
When he was condemn'd to dee.
XXVIII
And bonny sang the mavis
Out o' the thorny brake ; But sairer grat the nourice,
When she was tied to the stake-
cham'er] chamber. lamer] amber. avar] of all. |
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