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224 SIR ROLAND. |
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« This night is hallow-eve," he said,
" And to-morrow is hallow-day ; 10
And I dreamed a drearie dream yestreen, That has made my heart fu' wae.
" I dreamed a drearie dream yestreen, And I wish it may cum to gude:
I dreamed that ye slew my best grew hound, u
And gied me his lappered blude."
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" Unbuckle your belt, Sir Roland," she said,
" And set you safely down." " O your chamber is very dark, fair maid,
And the night is wondrous lown." a>
" Yes, dark, dark is my secret bowir, And lown the midnight may be;
For there is none waking in a' this tower, But thou, my true love, and me."
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She has mounted on her true love's steed, a
By the ae light o' the moon ; She has whipped him and spurred him,
And roundly she rade frae the toun. |
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