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ROSE THE RED, AND WHITE LILLY. 177
She lifted the heavy putting-stane,
And gave a sad " Ohon !" Then out bespake him, Brown Eobin, rs
" But that's a woman's moan !"
" 0 kent ye by my rosy lips ?
Or by my yellow hair ? Or kent ye by my milk-white breast,
Ye never yet saw bare ?" so
" I kent na by your rosy lips ;
Nor by your yellow hair; But, cum to your hour whaever likes,
They'll find a ladye there."
" 0 gin ye come my bour within, ss
Through fraud, deceit, or guile, "Wi' this same brand, that's in my hand,
I vow I will thee kill."
" Yet durst I cum into your bour,
And ask nae leave," quo' he; so
" And wi' this same brand, that's in my hand,
Wave danger back on thee."
About the dead hour o' the night,
The ladye's bour was broken ; And, about the first hour o' the day, as
The fair knave bairn was gotten. vol. v. 12 |
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