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146 sweet William's ghost.
" Tis not thy father Philip,
Nor yet thy brother John; w
But 'tis thy true love Willy,
From Scotland new come home.
" O sweet Margaret! 0 dear Margaret!
I pray thee speak to mee: Give me my faith and troth, Margaret, »
As I gave it to thee."
" Thy faith and troth thou's never get,
Nor yet will I thee lend, Till that thou come within my bower,
And kiss my cheek and chin." 20
" If I should come within thy bower,
I am no earthly man: And should I-kiss thy rosy lips,
Thy days will not be lang.
" 0 sweet Margaret, 0 dear Margaret, s
I pray thee speak to mee : Give me my faith and troth, Margaret,
As I gave it to thee."
" Thy faith and troth thou's never get, Nor yet will I thee lend, so
Till you take me to yon kirk-yard, And wed me with a ring." |
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