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SON DAVIE, SON DAVIE.
From the recitation of an old woman. Motherwell's Min-itrehy, 339.
" What bluid's that on thy coat lap ?
Son Davie! son Davie !
What bluid's that on thy coat lap ?
And the truth come tell to me 0." j
" It is the bluid of my great hawk, »
Mother lady ! mother lady! It is the bluid of my great hawk,
And the truth I hae tald to thee 0."
" Hawk's bluid was ne'er sae red,
Son Davie! son Davie ! io
Hawk's bluid was ne'er sae red, And the truth come tell to me O." |
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