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

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v ' But gin my father should get word
What's past between us twa, Before that he should eat or drink,
He'd hang you o'er that wa'.
' But ye'll come to my bower, Willie,
Just as the sun gaes down, And kep me in your arms twa,
And latna me fa' down.'
O whan the sun was now gane down, He 's doen him till her bower,
And there, by the lee licht o' the moon, Her window she lookit o'er.
Intill a robe o' red scarlet
She lap, fearless o' harm ; And Willie was large o' lith and limb,
And keppit her in his arm.
And they've gane to the gude green-wood.
And, ere the night was deen, She 's born to him a bonny young son,
Amang the leaves sae green.
Whan night was gane, and day was come,
And the sun began to peep, Up and raise the Earl Richard
Out o' his drowsy sleep.
kep] catch.
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