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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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On we lap, and awa' we rade, Till we came to a bonny ha';
The roof was o' the beaten gowd, And the floor was o' the cristal a'.
When we came to the stair-foot, Ladies were dancing jimp and sma',
But in the twinkling of an eie
My wee wee man was clean awa'.
Out gat the lights, on came the mist, Ladies nor mannie mair cou'd I see:
I turn'd about, and gae a look Just at the foot o' Benachie.
12.                Alison Gross
O ALISON GROSS, that lives in yon tow'r, The ugliest witch i' the north countrie, Has trysted me ae day up till her bow'r And mony fair speeches she made to me.
Ii She straik'd my head an' she kaim'd my hair,
An' she set me down saftly on her knee; Says, ' Gin ye will be my lemman sae true,
Sae mony braw things as I would you gie !
jimp] slim, slender.          trysted] invited.
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