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THE LASS OF LOCHKOTAN. 113
And first he kiss'd her cherry cheek, *•»
And syne he kiss'd her chin, And syne he kiss'd her rosy lips—
There was nae breath within.
" 0 wae betide my cruel mother!
An ill death may she die ! mo
She turn'd my true love frae my door,
"Wha came sae far to me.
" 0 wae betide my cruel mother !
An ill death may she die! She turn'd fair Annie frae my door, im
"Wha died for love o' me." |
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