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THE TTTA BROTHERS.
But say that I'm gane to a foreign land, Whare nae man does me know."
When he sat in his father's chair, He grew baith pale and wan :
" O what blude's that upon your brow ? O dear son, tell to me."
" It is the blude o' my gude gray steed, He wadna ride wi' me."
" O thy steed's blude was ne'er sae red,
Nor e'er sae dear to me: O what blude's this upon your cheek ?
O dear son, tell to me." " It is the blude of my greyhound,
He wadna hunt for me."
" O thy hound's blude was ne'er sae red,
Nor e'er sae dear to me: O what blude's this upon your hand ?
O dear son, tell to me." " It is the blude of my gay goss hawk,
He wadna flee for me."
" O thy hawk's blude was ne'er sae red,
Nor e'er sae dear to me: O what blude's this upon your dirk ?
Dear Willie, tell to me." " It is the blude of my ae brother,
O dule and wae is me I"
" O what will ye say to your father ?
Dear Willie, tell to me." " 111 saddle my steed, and awa I'll ride
To dwell in some far countrie." |
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