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LEESOME BRAND. |
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He's done him to her mother's coffer, And there he's taen his lover's tocher; Wherein were sixty thousand pounds, Which all to her by right belong'd.
When they had ridden about six mile, «
His true love then began to fail; " O wae's me," said that gay ladye, " I fear my back will gang in three!
" O gin I had but a gude midwife,
Here this day to save my life, so
And ease me o' my misery,
O dear, how happy I wou'd be I"
" My love, we're far frae ony town;
There is nae midwife to be foun';
But if ye'll be content wi' me, «
I'll do for you what man can dee."
" For no, for no, this maunna be,"
Wi' a sigh, replied this gay ladye;
" When I endure my grief and pain,
My companie ye maun refrain. eo
" Ye'll take your arrow and your bow, And ye will hunt the deer and roe; Be sure ye touch not the white hynde, For she is o' the woman kind."
He took sic pleasure in deer and roe, as
Till he forgot his gay ladye ;
Till by it came that milk-white hynde,
And then he mind on his ladye syne. |
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