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174 EOSE THE RED, AND WHITE LILLT.
0 Rose the Red, and White Lilly,
Their mother deir was dead ; And their father has married an ill woman,
Wish'd them twa little guid.
But she had twa as gallant sons *
As ever brake mans bread; And the tane o' them lo'ed her, White Lilly,
And the tother Rose the Red.
0 bigged hae they a bigly bour,
Fast by the roaring strand ; io
And there was mair mirth in the ladyes bour,
Nor in a' their fathers land.
But out and spak their step-mother,
As she stood a little forebye— " I hope to live and play the prank .u
Sail gar your loud sang lie."
She's call'd upon her eldest son,
" Cum here, my son, to me: It fears me sair, my Bauld Arthur,
That ye maun sail the sea." »
" Gin sae it maun be, my deir mother,
Your bidding I maun dee ; But, be never waur to Rose the Red,
Than ye hae been to me." |
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