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THE CRUEL BROTHER. |
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" You are high and I am low,"
Fine flowers €■ the valley ; " Give me a kiss before you go,"
Wi' the red, green, and the yellow.
She was louting down to kiss him sweet,
Fine flowers V the valley ; When wi' his knife he wounded her deep,
W7 the red, green, and the yellow.
She hadna ridden through half the town,
Fine flowers € the valley, Until her heart's blood stained her gown,
Wi1 the red, green, and the yellow.
" Ride saftly on," said the best young man,
Fine flowers i' the valley ; " I think our bride looks pale and wan !"
WH the red, green, and the yellow.
" 0 lead me over into yon stile,"
Fine flowers P the valley, " That I may stop and breathe awhile,"
W€ the red, green, and the yellow.
" O lead me over into yon stair,"
Fine flowers i' the valley, " For there I'll lie and bleed nae mair,"
WH the red, green, and the yellow. |
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