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" 0 hold a grip of me, May Colvin,
For fear that I should drown ; Til take you hame to your father's gates,
And safely I'll set you down."
" 0 lie you there, thou false Sir John, 4s
0 lie you there," said she ; " For you lie not in a caulder bed
Than the ane you intended for me."
So she went on her father's steed,
As swift as she could flee, so
And she came hame to her father's gates
At the breaking of the day.
Dp then spake the pretty parrot: " May Colvin, where have you been ?
What has become of false Sir John, m
That wooed you so late yestreen ? "
Up then spake the pretty parrot,
In the bonnie cage where it lay: " 0 what hae ye done with the false Sir John,
That he behind you does stay ? «>
" He wooed you butt, he wooed you ben,
He wooed you into the ha', Until he got your own consent
For to mount and gang awa'." |
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