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

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" O whare was ye, my gude grey steed,
That I coft* ye sae dear;
That ye didna waken your master,
Whan ye ken'd that his love was here."
" I pautitf wi' my foot, master,
Garr'd a' my bridles ring; -
And still I cried, Waken, gude master,
For now is the hour and time."
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" Then whare was ye, my bonnie grey hound,
That I coft ye sae dear,
That ye didna waken your master,
Whan ye ken'd that his love was here."
" I pautit wi' my foot, master,
Garr'd a' my bells to ring;
And still I cried, Waken, gude master,
For now is the hour and time."
" But whare was ye, my hawks, my hawks,
That I coft ye sae dear,
* Coft—bought, f Pautit—stamped.