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LOKD WA'TATES AND AULD INGKAM. 329
" O whatten a lord in a' Scotland Dare marry my Maisery ?
" O it is but a feeble thocht,
To tell the tane and nae the tither ; ro
0 it is but a feeble thocht
To tell it's your ain mither's blither."
" Its I will send to that wadding,
And I will follow syne, The fitches o' the fallow deer, re
And the gammons o' the swine; And the nine hides o' the noble cow—
'Twas slain in season time.
" Its I will send to that wadding
Ten tun o' the red wine ; so
And mair Til send to that waddin',
And I will follow syne."
Whan he came in into the ha',
Lady Maisery she did ween; And twenty times he kist her mou', 85
Afore auld Ingram's een.
And till the kirk she wadna gae,
Nor tillt she wadna ride, Till four-and-twenty men she gat her before,
And twenty on ilka side, so
And four-and-twenty milk white dows,
To flee aboon her head.
A loud lauchter gae Lord Wa'yates, 'Mang the mids o' his men ; |
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