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FAIR JANET. |
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And ill, 0 ill, am I, father, This day for to be a bride."
" 0 ye maun busk this bonny bride, «
And put a gay mantle on; For she shall wed this auld French lord,
Gin she should die the morn."
Some put on the gay green robes,
And some put on the brown; so
But Janet put on the scarlet robes, To shine foremost through the town.
And some they mounted the black steed, And some mounted the brown ;
But Janet mounted the milk-white steed, as To ride foremost through the town.
" 0 wha will guide your horse, Janet?
0 wha will guide him best ? " " 0 wha but Willie, my true lore,
He kens I lo'e him best! " 90
And when they cam to Marie's kirk,
To tye the haly ban, Fair Janet's cheek looked pale and wan,
And her colour gaed and cam.
When dinner it was past and done, »s
And dancing to begin, |
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