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LOED BARNABT. |
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And how like ye my fair lady, Lies in your arms and sleeps ? "
" Weel like I your bed, my lord,
And weel like I your sheets ; 70
But ill like I your fair lady,
Lies in my arms and sleeps.
" You got your wale o' se'en sisters,
And I got mine o' five; Sae tak ye mine, and I's tak thine, ii
And we nae mair sail strive."
" 0 my woman's the best woman
That ever brak world's bread; And your woman's the worst woman
That ever drew coat o'er head. so
" I hae twa swords in ae scabbert,
They are baith sharp and clear; Take ye the best, and I the warst,
And we'll end the matter here.
" But up, and arm thee, young Musgrave, ss
We'll try it han* to han*; It's ne'er be said o' lord Barnaby,
He strack at a naked man."
The first straik that young Musgrave got, It was baith deep and sair; so >
And down he fell at Barnaby's feet, And word spak never mair.
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