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THE EAKL OF MAR S DAUGHTER.
" Before that I do langer stay, And thus to be forlorn, I'll gang unto my mither's bower, Where I was bred and born."
Then Cow-me-doo took flight and flew
Beyond the raging sea,; And lighted near his mither's castle
On a tower o' gowd sae hie.
As his mither was wauking out, To see what she coud see,
And there she saw her little son Set on the tower sae hie.
" Get dancers here to dance," she said, " And minstrells for to play ; For here's my young son, Florentine, Come here wi' me to stay."
" Get nae dancers to dance, mither, Nor minstrells for to play; -For the mither o' my seven sons, The morn's her wedding-day."
" 0 tell me, tell me, Florentine, Tell me, and tell me true, Tell me this day without a flaw, What I will do for you." |
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