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OE, THE"MER-MAN ROSMEK. 257
He's ta'en the man upon his back;
The kist in his mouth took he; And he has gane the lang way up
Frae the bottom o' the sea.
" Now I ha'e borne thee to the land; 105
Thou seest baith sun and moon; Namena Lady Svane for thy highest God, I beg thee as a boon."
Rosmer sprang i' the saut sea out,
And jawp'd it up i'the sky; no
But whan he cam till the eastell in,
Nae Svane lyle could he spy.
Whan he came till the castell in,
His dearest awa was gane; Like wood he sprang the castell about, 115
On the rock o' the black flintstane.
Glad they were in proud Hillers lyle's house,
Wi' welcome joy and glee ; Hame to their friends her bairns were come,
That had lang been in the sea. 120 |
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