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... 324 .328 .332 ..341 .345 ALISON GROSS .......... ..350 LAMMIKIN .356 BESSIE BELL AND MARY GRAY .361 BONNY MAY .. .364 THE CRUEL MOTHER .366 THE VISION ..369 THE BALLADS OF SCOTLAND . AULD MAITLAND . THIS ballad viii CONTENTS .
... 324 .328 .332 ..341 .345 ALISON GROSS .......... ..350 LAMMIKIN .356 BESSIE BELL AND MARY GRAY .361 BONNY MAY .. .364 THE CRUEL MOTHER .366 THE VISION ..369 THE BALLADS OF SCOTLAND . AULD MAITLAND . THIS ballad viii CONTENTS .
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... monie ; " Hae , take ye that , my bonny boy , For the gude news thou tell'st to me . " When she came to young Beichan's gate , She tirled softly at the pin ; แ And sae ready was the proud porter To open LORD BEICHAN . 25 25.
... monie ; " Hae , take ye that , my bonny boy , For the gude news thou tell'st to me . " When she came to young Beichan's gate , She tirled softly at the pin ; แ And sae ready was the proud porter To open LORD BEICHAN . 25 25.
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... was she ; — " Ye might hae excepted our bonny bride , And mair that's in this companie ! " " My dame , your daughter's fair enough , And aye the fairer mat she be ; But the fairest time that e'er she was , She'll 26 LORD BEICHAN .
... was she ; — " Ye might hae excepted our bonny bride , And mair that's in this companie ! " " My dame , your daughter's fair enough , And aye the fairer mat she be ; But the fairest time that e'er she was , She'll 26 LORD BEICHAN .
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... bonny love in his arms , And kist , and kist her tenderlie . O hae ye ta'en anither bride ? And hae ye quite forgotten me ? And hae ye quite forgotten her , That gave ye life and libertie ? " She looked o'er her left shoulder , To hide ...
... bonny love in his arms , And kist , and kist her tenderlie . O hae ye ta'en anither bride ? And hae ye quite forgotten me ? And hae ye quite forgotten her , That gave ye life and libertie ? " She looked o'er her left shoulder , To hide ...
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... bonny boy , Ye'se nae be quarrell'd by me . " " My mother's cheeks are aft - times wet , It's seldom they are dry ; What is't that gars my mother greet , And sob sae bitterlie ? " " Nae wonder she suld greet , my boy , HYNDE ETIN . 31.
... bonny boy , Ye'se nae be quarrell'd by me . " " My mother's cheeks are aft - times wet , It's seldom they are dry ; What is't that gars my mother greet , And sob sae bitterlie ? " " Nae wonder she suld greet , my boy , HYNDE ETIN . 31.
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