Ballad Book by Unknown
page 153 of 255 (60%)
page 153 of 255 (60%)
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(Wi' the red, green, and the yellow.)
Her mother led her through the close, (Fine flowers i' the valley;) Her brother John set her on her horse; (Wi' the red, green, and the yellow.) "You are high, and I am low, (Fine flowers i' the valley;) Give me a kiss before you go," (Wi' the red, green, and the yellow.) She was touting down to kiss him sweet, (Fine flowers i' the valley;) When wi' his knife he wounded her deep, (Wi' the red, green, and the yellow.) She hadna ridden through half the town, (Fine flowers i' the valley;) Until her heart's blood stained her gown, (Wi' the red, green, and the yellow.) "Ride saftly on," said the best young man, (Fine flowers i' the valley;) "I think our bride looks pale and wan!" (Wi' the red, green, and the yellow.) "O lead me over into yon stile, (Fine flowers i' the valley;) That I may stop and breathe awhile," |
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