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

AND BALLADS. 245
He drew his dagger, that was fae fharp, 105
That was fae fharp and meet,
And drave it into the nut-browne bride,
That fell deid at his feit.
Now fcay for me, dear Annet, he fed,
Now ftay, my dear, he cry'd
Than fcrake the dagger untill his heart,
And fell deid by her fide.
Lord Thomas was buried without kirk-wa',
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lie
Fair Annet within the quiere ;
And o' the tane thair grew a birk, 1 15
The other a bonny briere.
And ay they grew, and ay they threw,
As they wad faine be neare 5
And by this ye may ken right Weil,
They were twa luvers deare. i*#
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