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" Tour cheeks they are aft times weet, Alas! they're seldom dry;"—
" Na wonder, na wonder, my eldest son, Tho' I should brast and die.
" For I was ance an earl's dochter, Of noble birth and fame; And now I am the wife of Hynde Etin, Wha ne'er got christendame." |
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