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HOSE THE KED, AND WHITE LILLY. 175
She's called upon her youngest son, a
" Cum here, my son, to me: It fears me sair, my Brown Robin,
That ye maun sail the sea."
" Gin it fear ye sair, my mother deir,
Your bidding I shall dee ; *>
But, be never waur to "White Lilly, Than ye hae been to me."
" Now haud your tongues, ye foolish boys,
For small sail be their part: They ne'er again sail see your face, 35
Gin their very hearts suld break."
Sae Bauld Arthur's gane to our king's court,
His hie chamberlain to be ; But Brown Robin, he has slain a knight,
And to grene-woode he did flee. <o
"When Rose the Red, and "White Lilly,
Saw their twa loves were gane, Sune did they drop the loud loud sang,
Took up the still mourning.
And out then spake her "White Lilly; «
" My sister, we'll be gane : "Why suld we stay in Barnisdale,
To mourn our bour within ? " |
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