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... ta'en , And brought afore a high jurie . In ilka shoulder they've putten a bore , In ilka bore they've put a tree ; And they have made him trail the wine , Till he was sick and like to dee . But Beichan was a christened man , And to his ...
... ta'en , And brought afore a high jurie . In ilka shoulder they've putten a bore , In ilka bore they've put a tree ; And they have made him trail the wine , Till he was sick and like to dee . But Beichan was a christened man , And to his ...
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... ta'en a ring frae aff her finger , Gied it the keeper for his fee ; And he has thrawn the prison door , And Susie Pye has got the key . " O wha is this , " young Beichan he says , " That steers me or my sleep is gane ? O weel was me ...
... ta'en a ring frae aff her finger , Gied it the keeper for his fee ; And he has thrawn the prison door , And Susie Pye has got the key . " O wha is this , " young Beichan he says , " That steers me or my sleep is gane ? O weel was me ...
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... ta'en him down to the sea - shore , She's set him in a ship of fame ; Says , " O be sure now , love Beichan , Ye dinna forget me when ye win hame ! " Lord Beichan turn'd him round about , And lowly , lowly louted he ; " Ere seven years ...
... ta'en him down to the sea - shore , She's set him in a ship of fame ; Says , " O be sure now , love Beichan , Ye dinna forget me when ye win hame ! " Lord Beichan turn'd him round about , And lowly , lowly louted he ; " Ere seven years ...
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... ta'en his 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 ...
... ta'en his 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 ...
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... ta'en Susie Pye by the milk white hand , He's led her through his halls sae hie ; And aye as he kist her red rosy lips , " Ye're welcome , jewel , unto me ! " Fye ! gar a ' our cooks make ready ; And fye ! gar a ' the pipers play ; And ...
... ta'en Susie Pye by the milk white hand , He's led her through his halls sae hie ; And aye as he kist her red rosy lips , " Ye're welcome , jewel , unto me ! " Fye ! gar a ' our cooks make ready ; And fye ! gar a ' the pipers play ; And ...
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Page 36 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane ; The tane unto the t'other say, " Where sall we gang and dine to-day...
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Page 341 - They hadna sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap, It was sic a deadly storm, And the waves came o'er the broken ship, Till a
Page 122 - What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son? What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?" "O they swell'd and they died; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.
Page 123 - For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down." " OI fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son! OI fear ye are poisond, my handsome young man!
Page 256 - ADIEU, madame, my mother dear, But and my sisters three ! Adieu, fair Robert of Orchardstane ! My heart is wae for thee. Adieu the lily and the rose, The primrose, fair to see ! Adieu, my ladye, and only joy ! For I may not stay with thee.
Page 101 - Gae back, gae back now, Sweet Willie, And comfort your fair lady ; For where ye had but ae nourice, Your young son shall hae three.
Page 331 - Which was the unthrifty heire of Linne. His father was a right good lord, His mother a lady of high degree ; But they, alas ! were dead, him froe, And he lov'd keeping companie. To spend the daye with merry...