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GLENKINDIE. |
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The milk out o' a maiden's breast, us
That bairn had never nane.
He's taen his harp intill his hand;
Sae sweetly as it rang, And wae and weary was to hear
Glenkindie's dowie sang. '^
But cald and dead was that lady,
Nor heeds for a' his maen ; An he wad harpit till domisday,
She'll never speak again.
He's taen his harp intill his hand ; 125
He harpit and he sang; And he is hame to Gib his man
As fast as he could gang.
" Come forth, come forth, now, Gib, my man, Till I pay you your fee ; ia>
Come forth, come forth, now, Gib, my man ; Weel payit sail ye be! "
And he has taen him, Gib, his man,
And he has hang'd him hie ; And he's hangit him o'er his ain yate, 135
As high as high could be. |
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120. This stanza has been altered, to introduce a little variety, and prevent the monotonous tiresomeness of repetition. J. |
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