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THE HIREMAN CHIEL. |
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They saw her father posting quick, With fifty armed men.
" Do for yourself, my hireman lad, no
And for your safety flee; My father he will take me back,
But married I'll never be."
When they were up yon rising hill,
There low down i' the glen, 345
He saw his father's gilded coach,
Wi' five hundred gentlemen.
" Come back, turn back, my hireman chiel,
Turn back and speak wi' me; Te've serv'd me lang for the lady's sake, 250
Come back, and get your fee."
" Tour blessing give us instantly,
Is all we crave o' thee; These seven years I've serv'd for her sake,
But now I'm paid my fee." 255 |
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