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JAMIE DOUGLAS |
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v But O an my young son was born
And set upon his nurse's knee And I mysel' were dead and gane,
For a maid again I'll never be!
VI
There cam' a man into this house, And Jamie Lockhart was his name,
And it was told to my gude lord That I was owre in love wi' him.
VII
O wae be unto thee, Blackwood, And ae an ill death may ye dee!
For ye was the first and foremost man That parted my gude lord and me.
VIII
I sent a word to my gude lord,
' Come down, and sit, and dine wiJ me, And I'll set thee on a chair of gowd, And a siller towel on thy knee.'—
IX
• When cockle-shells turn silver bells, And mussell grow on every tree,
When frost and snow turns fire to burn, Then I'll sit down and dine wi' thee,'
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When that my father he had word That my gude lord had forsaken me,
He sent a fifty brisk dragoons
To fetch me home to my ain countrie.
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