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THE DOUGLAS TRAGEDY
Lord William was dead lang ere midnight,
Lady Margret lang ere day, And all true lovers that go thegither,
May they have mair luck than they!
Lord William was buried in St. Mary's kirk,
Lady Margret in Mary's quire; Out o' the lady's grave grew a bonny red rose,
And out o' the knight's a brier.
And they twa met, and they twa plat,
And fain they wad be near; And a' the warld might ken right weel
They were twa lovers dear.
But bye and rade the Black Douglas,
And wow but he was rough ! For he pull'd up the bonny brier, And flang 't in St. Mary's Lough.
G LASGERION was a King's own son, And a harper he was good ; He harped in the King's chamber
Where cup and candle stood, And so did he in the Queen's chamber, Till ladies waxed wood.
plat] pleated. wood] crazy, wild with delight.