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ANCIENT SONGS
Than lord Barnard, and a* his lands* 15$
As they lig here and thair.
And Ihe has tain her Gill Morice,
And kifsd baith mouth and chin
I was once as fow of Gill Morice,
As the hip is o' the ilean. 160
I got ze in my father's houfe,
Wi' mickle fin and fhame ;
I brocht thee up in gude grene wode,
Under the heavy rain
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Oft have I by thy cradle fitten, 165
And fondly feen thee fleip ;
Bot now I gae about thy grave,
The faut tears for to weip.
And fyne Ihe kifsd his bluidy cheik,
And fyne his bluidy chin: 170
O better I loe my Gill Morice
Than a' my kith and kin !
Away, away, ze ill woman,
And an il deith mait ze dee
Gin I had kend he'd bin zour fon, 175
He'd neir bin ilain for mee.
Obraid me not, my lord Barnard!
Obraid me not for fhame !
Wi that faim fpeir O pierce my heart I
And put me cat 0' pain,
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