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212 the knight's ghost. |
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Then she sat down in her own room, And sorrow lull'd her fast asleep;
And up it starts her own gude lord, And even at that lady's feet.
" Take here the keys, Janet," he says, «
" That ye threw deep, deep in the sea ; And ye'U relieve my merry young men, For they've nane o' the swick o' me.
" They shot the shot, and drew the stroke,
And wad in red bluid to the knee; s>
Nae sailors mair for their lord coud do, Nor my young men they did for me."
" I hae a question at you to ask, Before that ye depart frae me; You'll tell to me what day I'll die, ss
And what day will my burial be ? "
" I hae nae mair o' God's power Than he has granted unto me; But come to heaven when ye will,
There porter to you I will be. eo
" But ye'll be wed to a finer knight Than ever was in my degree; Unto him ye'll hae children nine, And six o' them will be ladies free. |
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