Ancient Scottish ballads, recovered from tradition, and never before ...

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For I will sleep in Jamie's arms,
When his grave's growin green."
"Your Jamie is a rogue, Peggy,
Your Jamie is a loun, #
Tor trysting out our ae dochter,
And her sae very young."
" Lay no the wytef on Jamie, mither,
The blame a' lies on me ;
—
For I will sleep in Jamie's arms,
When your een:}: winna see."
— —
Now she has to her ain bouer gane,
He was waiting there him leen;
" I'm blythe to see ye, Jamie, here,
For we maunna meet again."
She's tane the wine glass in her hand,
Pour'd out the wine sae clear;
Says, " Here's your health and mine, Jamie,
And we maun meet na mair."
* Loun—rogue. f Ifyte—blame. \ Eeti—eyes.