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

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' And e'en wae worth ye, Jock, my man !
I paivi ye weel your hire ; Why pu' ye out the grund-wa' stane,
To me lets in the fire ?'—
' Ye paid me weel my hire, ladye,
Ye paid me weel my fee : But now I'm Edom o' Gordon's man, Maun either do or dee.'
O then bespake her little son,
Sat on the nurse's knee: Says, ' Mither dear, gie owre this house,
For the reek it smithers me.'—
'  I wad gie a' my gowd, my bairn,
Sae wad I a' my fee, For ae blast o' the western wind, To blaw the reek frae thee.'
O then bespake her dochter dear— She was baith jimp and sma':
' O row me in a pair o' sheets,
And tow me owre the wa'' '
They row'd her in a pair o' sheets, And tow'd her owre the wa';
But on the point o' Gordon's spear She gat a deadly fa'.
jimp] slender, trim.              row] wrap.
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