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LORD RANDAL. 25 |
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And ga'e her a little wee summer-dale wandie, To ding me sindle and saft. to
"Wi' good white bread, and farrow-cow milk,
I wat she fed me nought; But wi' a little wee summer-dale wandie,
She dang me sair and oft:— Gin she had done as ye her bade, a
I wadna tell how she has wrought.
" And 0 wow for day !
And dear gin it were day ! Gin it were day, and ye were away;
For ye ha'ena lang time to stay."
Lord Randal rade, and the birdie flew,
The live-lang summer's night, Till he cam till his lady's bower-door,
Then even down he did light. The birdie sat on the crap o' a tree, a>
And I wat it sang fu' dight:
" 0 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!" n
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