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THE MINISTEE'S DOCHTEE o' NEWAEKE. 377
She lent her back unto a thorn,
Hey wi' the rose and the lindie 0; And she's got her twa bonnie boys born, is
Alane by the green burn sidie 0.
She's ta'en the ribbons frae her hair,
Hey uri? the rose and the lindie 0, Boun' their bodies fast and sair,
Alane by the green burn sidie 0. a>
She's put them aneath a marble stane,
Hey wi' the rose and the lindie 0, Thinkin' a may to gae her hame,
Alane by the green burn sidie 0.
Leukin' o'er her castel wa', 2s
Hey wi' the rose and the lindie 0, She spied twa bonny boys at the ba',
Alane by the green burn sidie 0.
" O bonny babies, if ye were mine,
Hey wi' the rose and the lindie 0, a>
I woud feed ye wi* the white bread and wine,
Alane by the green burn sidie O.
" I wou'd feed ye with the ferra cow's milk,
Hey w? the rose and the lindie 0, An' dress ye i' the finest silk," as
Alane by the green burn sidie 0.
" O cruel mother, when we were thine,
Hey w? the rose and the lindie 0, We saw nane o' your bread and wine,
Alane by the green burn sidie 0. » |
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