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296 YOUNG JOHNSTONE. |
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But young Johnstone had a little wee sword, Hung low down by his gair, so
And he stabbed it in fair Annet's breast, A deep wound and a sair.
" What aileth thee now, dear Johnstone ?
What aileth thee at me ? Hast thou not got my father's gold, 95
Bot and my mither's fee ? "
" Now live, now live, my dear Ladye,
Now live but half an hour, And there's no a leech in a' Scotland
But shall be in thy bower." 100
" How can I live, how shall I live ?
Young Johnstone, do not you see The red, red drops 0' my bonny heart's blood
Rin trinkling down my knee ?
" But take thy harp into thy hand, ^05
And harp out owre yon plain,
96. Buohan's version furnishes the necessary explanation of Young Johnstone's apparent cruelty:—
" Ohon, alas, my lady gay,
To come sae hastilic'! I thought it was my deadly foe,
Ye had trysted in to me." |
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