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Fair Margret was a proud ladye .
False Sir John a-wooing came
Foul fa' the breast first treason bred in !
Four-and-twenty nobles rade to the King's ha'
Glasgerion was a King's own son .
God! let never soe old a man
God send the land deliverance
Gude Lord Scroope 's to the hunting gane
Hearken to me, gentlemen ....
Her mother died when she was young .
Hie upon Hielands .....
Hit wes upon a Scere-thorsday
Hynd Horn 's bound, love, and Hynd Horn 's free
• I am as brown as brown can be . I have heard talk of bold Robin Hood . ' I heard a cow low, a bonnie com low . I herde a carpyng of a clerk . ...
I was a lady of high renown '. I was but seven year auld .... I wish I were where Helen lies In Cawsand Bay lying, with the Blue Peter flying In London was Young Beichan born In Scarlet town, where I was born In seventeen hundred and ninety-four . In somer, when the shawes be sheyne . In summer time, when leaves grow green In summer time, when leaves grow green In the third day of May .... Inverey cam' doun Deeside, whistlin' and playin' It fell about the Lammas tide It fell about the Martinmas .... It fell about the Martinmas time . It fell about the Martinmas tyde . It fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day It fell upon a Wadensday . It's Lamkin was a mason good It's narrow, narrow, mak your bed It was a blind beggar, had long lost his sight It was a knight in Scotland born . .
It was intill a pleasant time.... It was the worthy Lord of Lorn . 868 |
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