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ARCHIE OF CAWFIELD
XXXI
Now they did swim that wan water, And wow but they swam bonnilie!
Until they cam to the other side,
And they wrang their cloathes right drunkily.
XXXII
' Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon !
Come thro' and drink some wine wi' me! For there is an ale-house here hard by,
And it shall not cost thee ae penny.'—
XXXIII
' Throw me my irons,' quo' Lieutenant Gordon ;
i I wot they cost me dear eneugh.'— ' The shame a ma,' quo' mettled John Ha',
'They'll be gude shackles to my pleugh.'—
xxxrv
'Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon ! Come thro' and drink some wine wi' me!
Yestreen I was your prisoner,
But now this morning am I free.'
saame a ma] devil a bit. |
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