Ballad Book by Unknown
page 60 of 255 (23%)
page 60 of 255 (23%)
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"'Tis time we were away."
"The cock doth, craw, the day doth daw, The channerin' worm doth chide; Gin we be miss'd out o' our place, A sair pain we maun bide." "Lie still, lie still a little wee while, Lie still but if we may; Gin my mother should miss us when she wakes, She'll go mad ere it be day." O it's they've ta'en up their mother's mantle, And they've hangd it on the pin: "O lang may ye hing, my mother's mantle, Ere ye hap us again! 'Fare-ye-weel, my mother dear! Fareweel to barn and byre! And fare-ye-weel, the bonny lass, That kindles my mother's fire." * * * * * A LYKE-WAKE DIRGE. This ae nighte, this ae nighte, Everie nighte and alle, Fire, and sleete, and candle-lighte, |
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