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But he's awa' to his sister's bower,
He's tirled at the pin : " Whare hae ye been, my dear brither,
Sae late a coming in ? " »
" I hae been at the school, sister,
Learning young clerks to sing."
" I've dreamed a dreary dream this night,
I wish it may be for good; They were seeking you with hawks and hounds,
And the young Col'nel was dead." 26
" Hawks and hounds they may seek me, / As I trow well they be ; For I have killed the young Col'nel, And thy own true love was he." so
" If ye hae killed the young Col'nel,
0 dule and wae is me ; But I wish ye may be hanged on a hie gallows,
And hae nae power to flee."
And he's awa' to his true love's bower, ss
He's tirled at .the pin : " Whar hae ye been, my dear Johnstone,
Sae late a coming in ? " " It's I hae been at the school," he says,
" Learning young clerks to sing." <o |
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