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LEESOME BEAND. |
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He hasted him to yon greenwood tree,
For to relieve his gay ladye; 70
But found his ladye lying dead,
Likeways her young son at her head.
His mother lay ower her castle wa', And she beheld baith dale and down ;
And she beheld young Leesome Brand, 75
As he came riding to the town.
" Get minstrels for to play," she said, " And dancers to dance in my room;
For here comes my son, Leesome Brand,
And he comes merrilie to the town." so
" Seek nae minstrels to play, mother, Nor dancers to dance in your room;
But tho' your son comes, Leesome Brand, Yet he comes sorry to the town. ,
"01 hae lost my gowden knife, 85
I rather had lost my ain sweet life; And I hae lost a better thing, The gilded sheath that it was in."
" Are there nae gowdsmiths here in Fife, Can make to you anither knife ? 90
Are there nae sheath-makers in the land, Can make a sheath to Leesome Brand ? "
" There are nae gowdsmiths here in Fife,
Can make me sic a gowden knife; Nor nae sheath-makers in the land, 93
Can make to me a sheath again. |
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