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XXVIII
' Woe be to thee, Glenlyon ! ' he says, ' An ill death may thou dee !
Thou micht hae ta'en anither woman, And let my lady be.
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' O saddle to me the black, the black, O saddle to me the brown,
O saddle to me the swiftest steed That e'er rade frae the town.
XXX
' And arm ye well, my merry men a',
And follow me to the glen, For I vow I'll neither eat nor sleep
Till I get my love again.'
XXXI
He 's mounted on a milk-white steed,
The boy upon a gray, And they got to Glenlyon's castle
About the close of day.
XXXII
As Baby at her window stood, The west wind saft did bla';
She heard her Johny's well-kent voice Beneath the castle wa'.
XXXIII
' O Baby, haste, the window jump I
I'll kep you in my arm; My merry men a' are at the yate, To rescue you frae harm.'
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