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THE LOWLANDS OF HOLLAND. 215
And my love and his bonnie ship Turn'd widdershins about.
" There shall nae mantle cross my back,
Nor kame gae in my hair, Neither shall coal nor candle light ss
Shine in my bower mair; Nor shall I chuse anither love,
Until the day I die, Since the lowlands of Holland
Hae twinn'd my love and me." *>
" 0 haud your tongue, my daughter dear,
Be still, and be content; There are mair lads in Galloway,
Ye need nae sair lament." " 0 there is nane in Galloway, «
There's nane at a' for me; For I never loved a lad but ane,
And he's drowned in the sea."
33-36, 45-48. With the conclusion of this piece may be compared a passage from Bonny Bee-Bo'm, vol. iii. p. 57.
" Ohon, alas! what shall I do,
Tormented night and day! I never loved a love but ane,
And now he's gone away. |
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" But I will do for my true love What ladies would think sair; |
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