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LORD RANDAL. 23 |
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Lord Randal wight, on a summer's night,
"Was riding o'er the lee, And there he saw a bonny birdie
Was singin' on a tree :
" O wow for day! *
And dear gin it were day ! Gin it were day, and I were away,
For I ha'ena lang time to stay!
" Mak haste, mak haste, ye wicht baron ;
What keeps ye here sae late ? w
Gin ye kent what was doing at hame,
I trow ye wad look blate.
" And 0 wow for day!
And dear gin it were day . Gin it were day, and ye were away; is
For ye ha'ena lang time to stay!"
" 0 what needs I toil day and night,
My fair body to spill, When I ha'e knichts at my command,
And ladies at my will ? " 20
" 0 weel is he, ye wight baron, Has the blear drawn o'er his e'e;
But your lady has a knight in her arms twa, That she lo'es far better nor thee. |
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