Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

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ANCIENT SONGS
It was nae for his great riches,
Nor zet his mickle pride;
Bot it was for a lady gay,
That livd on Carron fide.
Quhair fall I get a bonny boy,
That will win hofe and fhoen;
That will gae to lord Barnards ha',
And bid his lady cum ? I©
And ze maun rin errand Willie ;
And ze may rin wi> pride ;
Quhen other boys gae on their foot,
On horfe-back ze fall ride.
O no ! Oh no ! my mafter dear
I dare nae for my life ;
I'll no gae to the bauld barons,
For to triefl furth his wife,
My bird Willie, my boy Willie
My dear Willie, he fayd
Kow can ze ftrive againft the ftream ?
For I ihall be obeyd.
Bot, O my mafter dear ! he cryd,
In grene wod ze're zour lain
Gi owre fie thochts, I walde ze rede, $$
For fear ze mould be tain.
Kafte, hafte, I fay, gae to the ha',
Bid hir cum here wi' fpeid
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