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Page 246 - Lie you there, dove Isabel, And all my sorrows lie with thee ; Till Kemp Owyne come ower the sea, And borrow you with kisses three, Let all the warld do what they will, Oh borrowed shall you never be !
Page 251 - Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread, And spindles and whorles for them wha need, Whilk is a gentle trade indeed, To carry the gaberlunzie on. I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee, And draw a black clout o'er my e'e ; A cripple or blind they will ca' me, While we shall be merry and sing.
Page 57 - They lighted down to tak a drink Of the spring that ran sae clear; And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood, And sair she gan to fear. "Hold up, hold up, Lord William," she says "For I fear that you are slain!
Page 56 - Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas," she says, "And put on your armour so bright; Let it never be said that a daughter of thine Was married to a lord under night. "Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, 5 And put on your armour so bright, And take better care of your youngest sister, For your eldest's awa
Page 57 - O hold your hand, Lord William!" she said, "For your strokes they are wondrous sair; True lovers I can get many a ane, But a father I can never get mair.
Page 23 - I'll come for thee. It's hosen and shoon, and gown alone, She climb'd the wall, and follow'd him, Until she came to the green forest, And there she lost the sight o' him. 'Is there ony room at your head, Saunders? Is there ony room at your feet? Or ony room at your side, Saunders, Where fain, fain, I wad sleep?
Page 18 - A bed for you and me!" "Fye na, fye na," said may Margaret, "Till anes we married be!
Page 23 - Then she has ta'en a crystal wand, And she has stroken her troth thereon ; She has given it him out at the shot-window, Wi' mony a sad sigh, and heavy groan.
Page 238 - Was cover'd wi' a clouted cloak, And in his hand a trusty tree. "What news, what news, ye silly auld man, What news hae ye this day to gie ? No news, no news, ye belted knight, No news hae I this day to thee, But fifteen lords in the hostage house Waiting Wallace for to see.