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KEMPT KAYE. |
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She had lauchty teeth, an' kaily lips,
An' wide lugs fu' o' hair; Her pouches fu' o' pease-meal daigh,
War hinging down her spare. «
Ilka ee intil her head
Was like a rotten ploom, An' down down browit was the quean,
An' sairly did she gloom.
Ilka nail upon her hand <s
Was like an iron rake, An' ilka teeth into her head
Was like a tether stake.
She gied to him a gay gravat
O' the auld horse's sheet, x
And he gied her a gay gold ring
O' the auld couple reet. |
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t KEMPT KATE.
From KMoch's Ballad Booh, p. 41.
Kempt Kaye is a wooing gane
Ear far ayont the sea, And there he met wi' auld Goling,
His gudefather to be, be,
His gudefather to be. |
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