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" Nane have I robb'd, nought have I stownj Nor have I killed ony; so
But ane o' the king's best brave steeds, I sold him in Bevany."
Then out it speaks the king again,
Dear, but he spake bonny ! " That crime's nae great; for your lady's sake, as
Put on your hat now, Geordie."
Then out it speaks Lord Montague,
0 wae be to his body !
" There's guilt appears in Gight's ain face, Ye'll cross examine Geordie." mo
" Now since it all I must confess,
My crime's baith great and mony: A woman abused, five orphan babes,
1 kill'd them for their money."
Out it speaks the king again, 10s
And dear but he was sorry 1 " Your confession brings confusion,
Take aff your hat now, Geordie."
Then out it speaks the lady hersell,
Vow, but she was sorry ! no
" Now all my life I'll wear the black,
Mourn for the death o' Geordie."
Lord Huntly then he did speak out,
O fair mot fa' his body ! " I there will fight doublet alane, i«
Or ony thing ails Geordie." vol. vm. 19 |
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