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THE BARON OF BRACKLEY
XVII
' O cam' ye In by Brackley, and was ye in there ? Or saw ye his Peggy dear riving her hair ?'—
XVIII
' O I cam' by Brackley, and I was in there, But I saw-na his Peggy dear riving her hair.'—
XIX
' O fye on ye, ladye ! how could ye do sae ? You open'd your yate to the rause Inverey.'
XX
She ate wi' him, drank wi' him, welcomed him in; She 's welcomed the villain that slew her Baron.
XXI
She kept him till morning, syne bade him be gane, And show'd him the road that he wouldna be ta'en.
XXII
' Thro' Bires and Aboyne,' she says, ' lyin' in a tour O'er the hills o' Glentanor ye'll skip in an hour.'
XXIII
There is dule in the kitchen, and mirth in the ha', For the Baron of Brackley is dead and awa'.
xxrv But and up spak' the babe on his nourice's knee— "' Gin I live to be man, it's revenged I will be.'
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