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LORD DONALD. |
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" In my father's black ditches:—mither, mak my bed sune, u
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun."
" "What like were your fishes, Lord Donald, my
son? What like were your fishes, my jollie young
man ? " * Black backs and spreckl'd bellies :—mither, mak
my bed sune, For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie
doun." ao
"01 fear ye are poison'd, Lord Donald, my son ! 0 I fear ye are poison'd, my jollie young man !" " O yes ! I am poison'd j—mither mak my bed
sune, For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie
doun."
" What will ye leave to your father, Lord Donald my son ? 2s
What will ye leave to your father, my jollie young man?"
" Baith my houses and land:—mither, mak my bed sune,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun." |
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