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14. She's doen her to her father dear,
Fa'n low down on her knee:

"A boon, a boon, my father dear,
pray you, grant it me."

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15. "Ask on, ask on, my daughter,
An granted it sal be;

Except ae squire in fair Scotlan,
An him you sall never see.'

16. "The only boon, my father dear,
That I do crave of the,

Is, gin I die in southin lands,
In Scotland to bury me.

17. An the firstin kirk that ye come till, Ye gar the bells be rung,

An the nextin kirk that ye come till, gar the mess be sung.

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18. "An the thirdin kirk that ye come till, You deal gold for my sake,

An the fourthin kirk that ye come till,
You tarry there till night."

19. She is doen her to her bigly bowr,
As fast as she coud fare,

An she has tane a sleepy draught,
That she had mixed wi care.

20. She's laid her down upon her bed, An soon she's fa'n asleep,

And soon oer every tender limb

Cauld death began to creep.

21. Whan night was flown, an day was come. Nae ane that did her see

But thought she was as surely dead
As ony lady coud be.

22. Her father an her brothers dear
Gard make to her a bier;

The tae half was 'o guide red gold,
The tither o silver clear.

23. Her mither an her sisters fair
Gard work for her a sark;
The tae half was o cambrick fine,
The tither o needle wark.

24. The firstin kirk that they came till,
They gard the bells be rung,

An the nextin kirk that they came till,
They gard the mess be sung.

25. The thirdin kirk that they came till,
They dealt gold for her sake,

An the fourthin kirk that they came till,
Lo, there they met her make!

26. "Lay down, lay down the bigly bier.

Lat me the dead look on ;

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Wi cherry cheeks and ruby lips

She lay an smil'd on him.

27. "O ae sheave o your bread, true-love,
An ae glass o your wine,

For I hae fasted for your sake
These fully days is nine.

28. "Gang hame, gang hame, my seven bold

brothers,

Gang hame and sound your horn;
An ye may boast in southin lans
Your sister's playd you scorn."

THE THREE RAVENS

1. THERE were three rauens sat on a tree,
Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe
There were three rauens sat on a tree,
With a downe

There were three rauens sat on a tree,

They were as blacke as they might be.

With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.

2 The one of them said to his mate,

"Where shall we our breakefast take?"

3 "Downe in yonder greene field,

There lies a knight slain vnder his shield.

4 "His hounds they lie downe at his feete, So well they can their master keepe.

5 "His haukes they flie so eagerly, There's no fowle dare him come nie."

6 Downe there comes a fallow doe,
As great with yong as she might goe.

7 She lift vp his bloudy hed,

And kist his wounds that were so red.

8. She got him vp vpon her backe,

And carried him to earthen lake.

9. She buried him before the prime,
She was dead herselfe ere euen-song time.

10. God send euery gentleman,

Such haukes, such hounds, and such a leman.

THE TWA CORBIES

1. 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?”

2. "In behint yon auld fail dyke,

I wot there lies a new slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.

3. "His hound is to the hunting gane,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady's ta'en another mate,
So we may mak our dinner sweet.

4. "Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike out his bonny blue een; Wi ae lock o his gowden hair

We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.

5. "Mony a one for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken where he is gane;
Oer his white banes when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair."

SIR PATRICK SPENCE

1. THE king sits in Dumferling toune,
Drinking the blude-reid wine:

“O whar will I get guid sailor,
To sail this schip of mine?"

2. Up and spak an eldern knicht,
Sat at the kings richt kne:
"Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor
That sails upon the se."

3. The king has written a braid letter,
And signd it wi his hand,
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence,
Was walking on the sand.

4. The first line that Sir Patrick red,
A loud lauch lauched he;

The next line that Sir Patrick red,
The teir blinded his ee.

5. "O wha is this has don this deid,
This ill deid don to me,

To send me out this time o' the yeir,
To sail upon the se!

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