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176 THE DROWNED LOVERS.
" A your cocks, and a' your reests,
I value not a prin ; For I'll awa' to Meggie's bower, is
I'll win ere she lie down."
" Stay this night wi' me, Willie,
0 stay this night wi' me; The best an' sheep in a' the flock
At your supper shall be." a>
" A' your sheep, and a' your flocks,
1 value not a prin ;
For I'll awa' to Meggie's bower, I'll win ere she lie down."
" 0 an' ye gang to Meggie's bower, 25
Sae sair against my will, The deepest pot in Clyde's water,
My malison ye's feel."
" The guid steed that I ride upon
Cost me thrice thretty pound; so
And I'll put trust in his swift feet, To hae me safe to land."
As he rade ower yon high, high hill,
And down yon dowie den, The noise that was in Clyde's water 35
"Wou'd fear'd five huner men. |
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