New Collected Rhymes by Andrew Lang
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page 55 of 63 (87%)
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For I have taken a strange wife
Beyond the salt sea foam. The green grass is my bridal bed, The black tomb my good mother, The stones and dust within the grave Are my sister and my brother. THE YOUNG RUTHVEN The King has gi'en the Queen a gift, For her May-day's propine, He's gi'en her a band o' the diamond-stane, Set in the siller fine. The Queen she walked in Falkland yaird, Beside the Hollans green, And there she saw the bonniest man That ever her eyes had seen. His coat was the Ruthven white and red, Sae sound asleep was he The Queen she cried on May Beatrix, That seely lad to see. "Oh! wha sleeps here, May Beatrix, |
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