Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume XXIV. by Revised by Alexander Leighton
page 167 of 406 (41%)
page 167 of 406 (41%)
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But a coffin--and let it be quickly made.
A braw lover cam' to my minnie's shieling When I was as young as you now may be, Sae saft, like a loon wha's bent on stealing, And he tirled and whispered secretlie. "Oh let me in this ae night, Jenny, And I will for ever thy true love be; Oh let me in this ae night, hinny, And I will come back and marry thee!" "Gae back and awa, for this my will is, My mither lies gleg wi' half-closed ee, And bids me beware of faithless billies, Who will steal my heart and awa frae me flee." "For mercy's sake! this ae night, Jenny, Oh let me scoug frae the wind and rain, And holy vows I will plight thee, hinny, That thou wilt be for ever mine ain." I opened the door so saft and sleeky, For fear my mither should hear the din, And he has ta'en aff his shune so creaky, And I've led him into my cosy ben. Our speckled cock crew loud and early, The day was dawing o'er forest green, And I let him out as wily and warily |
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