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THE DEATH OF PARCY REED
XXXIII
' There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, And some will ca' me Laird T roughen';
It's little matter what they ca' me, My faes hae made me ill to ken.
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' There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, And speak my praise in tower and town ;
It's little matter what they do now,
My life-blood rudds the heather brown.
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' There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, And a' my virtues say and sing;
I would much rather have just now A draught o' water frae the spring.'
xxxvi The herd flung aff his clouted shoon
And to the nearest fountain ran ; He made his bonnet serve a cup,
And wan the blessing o' the dying man.
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' Now, honest herd, ye maun do mair, Ye maun do mair, as I you tell;
Ye maun bear tidings to Troughend, And bear likewise my last farewell.
xxxvui ' A farewell to my wedded wife,
A farewell to my brother John, Wha sits into the Troughend tower Wi' heart as black as any stone.
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