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LORD 'WA'YATES AND ADLD INGRAM. 327
He has brocht to this ladie
The robis of the brown ; And ever, " Alas !" says this ladie, is
" Thae robes will put me down."
And he has brocht to that ladie
The robis of the red; And ever, " Alas!" says that ladie,
" Thae robes will be my dead." 20
And he has broeht to that ladie
The chrystal and the laumer; Sae has he brocht to her mither
The curches o' the cannel.
Every ane o' her seven brethren 25
They had a hawk in hand, And every lady in the place
They got a goud garland.
Every cuik in that kitchen
They got a noble claith ; so
A' was blyth at auld Ingram's coming,
But Lady Maisery was wraith.
" Whare will I get a bonny boy,
Wad fain win hose and shoon, That wad rin on to my Wa'yates, s>
And quickly come again ? "
" Here am I, a bonny boy,
Wad fain win hose and shoon; Wha will rin on to your Wa'yates,
And quickly come again." #> |
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