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G1GHTS LADY. 291 |
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A' this I've done for Geordie."
He turn'd him right and round about,
And high, high looked Geordie ; " A finger o' Bignet's lady's hand Is worth a' your fair body." i»>
" My lands may a' be masterless,
My babes may want their mother; But I've made a vow, will keep it true,
I'll be bound to no other."
These words they caus'd a great dispute, iw And proud and fierce grew Geordie ;
A sharp dagger he pulled out, And pierc'd the heart o's lady.
The lady's dead, and Gight he's fled,
And left his lands behind him; iw
Altho' they searched south and north,
There were nane there cou'd find him.
Now a' that hVd into Black Riggs,
And likewise in Kincraigie, For seven years were clad in black, ik
To mourn for Gight's own lady. |
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