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WILLIAM AND MABJOEIE. 151
She followed him high, she followed him low, Till she came to yon churchyard green;
And there the deep grave opened up,
And young William he lay down. «*
" What three things are these, sweet William," she says,
" That stand here at your head ? " " O it's three maidens, Marjorie," he says,
" That I promised once to wed."
" What three things are these, sweet William," she says, a
" That stand close at your side ? " " O it's three babes, Marjorie," he says,
" That these three maidens had."
" What three things are these, sweet William," she says, »
" That lye close at your feet? " " 0 it's three hell-hounds, Marjorie," he says,
" That's waiting my soul to keep."
0 she took up her white, white hand, And she struck him on the breast, |
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Saying,—" Have there again your faith troth, And I wish your saul gude rest." |
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