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THE HIREMAN CHIEL. |
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" The barone and my mother dear
Will wonder what I mean ; They'll think I've been disturbed sair,
When I am up so soon."
But this pass'd on, and farther on, im
For two months and a day, Till word came to the bauld barone,
And an angry man was he.
The barone swore a solemn oath,
An angry man was he, m
" The morn, before I eat or drink,
High hanged shall he be."
" Farewell, my lovely maiden fair,
A long adieu to thee; Your father's sworn a solemn swear ira
That hanged I shall be."
" O woe's me," the lady said,
" Yet do not troubled be; If e'er they touch the hair on thy head,
They'll get no good of me." 175
He turn'd him right and round about,
And a loud loud laugh gae he ; " That man stood never in the court
That dare this day hang me."
The lady spake from her bouir door, iso
An angry woman was she; " What insolence in you to tryst
Her to the green wood tree." |
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