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KEMPION. |
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" 0 Segramour, keep the boat afloat,
And let her na the land o'er near; so For this wicked beast will sure gae mad, And set fire to a' the land and mair."—
Syne has he bent an arblast bow, And aim'd an arrow at her head ;
And swore if she didna quit the land, as Wi' that same shaft to shoot her dead.
" 0 out of my stythe I winna rise, (And it is not for the awe o' thee,) Till Kempion, the kingis son,
Cum to the crag, and thrice kiss me."— 40
He has louted him o'er the dizzy crag, And gien the monster kisses ane ;
Awa she gaed, and again she cam, The fieryest beast that ever was seen.
" 0 out o' my stythe I winna rise, «
(And not for a' thy bow nor thee,) Till Kempion, the kingis son,
Cum to the crag, and thrice kiss me."—
He's louted him o'er the Estmere crags, And he has gi'en her kisses twa : »
Awa she gaed, and again she cam, The fieryest beast that ever you saw. |
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