Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume XXIV. by Revised by Alexander Leighton
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page 93 of 406 (22%)
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And there amass a routh of treasure,
And then come back with bosom leal To his own Marjory, and release her From rock and reel and spinning wheel. Up spake the minnie--it did not please her That he should "gae sae far frae hame:" "Thou'lt reap less in yon Abiezer Than thou wilt glean in this Ephraim; For there's a proverb faileth never; A lintie safe within the hand, Though lean and lank, is better ever Than is a fat finch on the wand." Then Marjory, with eye so tearful, Whispered in dark Willie's ear, "Thou wilt not go and leave me careful, Friendless, lanely, starving here; My minnie God hath gien a warning, And I can do nae mair than spin, And slowly, slowly comes the earning That with my wheel I daily win." "Oh fear not, Marjory dear--content ye, Blackfriar John hath to me sworn, That man of God will kindly tent ye Until that I again return; And he has promised fair to write me Of how ye live and prosper twain, And I will faithfully requite ye |
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