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

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' O I'd bury my love on the high banks o' Yarrow,
But the wood it is dear, and the planks they are narrow.'
He made his love a coffin o' the gowd sae yellow, And buried his bonnie love doun in a sea valley.
21. Brown Robyn's Confession
I T fell upon a Wadensday Brown Robyn's men went to sea ; But they saw neither moon nor sun Nor starlight wi' their e'e.
II ' We'll cast kevels us amang ;
See wha the man may be.'— The kevel fell on Brown Robyn,
The master-man was he.
' It is nae wonder,' said Brown Robyn,
'Altho' I dinna thrive ; [For at hame I murder'd my ain father-
I would he were on live.]
' But tie me to a plank o' wude, And throw me in the sea ;
And if I sink, ye may bid me sink, But if I swim, let be.'
kevels] lots.
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