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YOUNG JOHNSTONE. |
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" What colour were his hawks ? " she says, »
" What colour were his hounds ? What colour was the gallant steed
That bore him from the bounds ? "
" Bloody, bloody were his hawks,
And bloody were his hounds ; ro
But milk-white was the gallant steed
That bore him from the bounds."
" Yes, bloody, bloody were his hawks,
And bfoody were his hounds; And milk-white was the gallant steed m
That bore him from the bounds.
" Light down, light down now, gentlemen,
And take some bread and wine ; And the steed be swift that he rides on,
He's past the brig o' Lyne." so
" We thank you for your bread, fair Lady,
We thank you for your wine ; But I wad gie thrice three thousand pound,
That bloody knight was ta'en."
" Lie still, lie still, my dear Johnstone, 85
Lie still and take a sleep ; For thy enemies are past and gone,
And carefully I will thee keep." |
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