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.224 THE TWA BROTHERS.
" It's I left him into Kirkland fair, And hame I fear he'll never come."
" But whaten bluid's that on your sword, WilÂlie?
Sweet Willie, tell to me." " 0 it is the bluid o' my grey hounds; <%
They wadna rin for me."
" It's nae the bluid o' your hounds, Willie;
Their bluid was never so red; But it is the bluid o' my true love,
That ye hae slain indeed." re
That fair may wept, that fair may mourn'd, That fair may mourn'd and pin'd;
" When every lady looks for her love, I ne'er need look for mine."
" O whaten a death will ye die, Willie ? w
Now, Willie, tell to me." " Ye'll put me in a bottomless boat,
And I'll gae sail the sea."
" Whan will ye come hame again, Willie ? ' Now, Willie, tell to me." en
" Whan the sun and moon dances on the green, And that will never be." |
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