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

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" Ye'll win your mither's benison,*
Gin ye wadf stay at hame, hame,
Gin ye wad stay at hame.
Your meat sail be of the very, very best,
And your drink o' the finest wine;
And ye will win your mither's benison,
Gin ye wad stay at hame, hame,
Gin ye wad stay at hame.
His mither's counsel he wad na tak,
Nor wad he stay at hame;
But he's on to the Broadspear-hill,
To ding the dun deer doun, doun,
To ding the dun deer doun.
Johnie lookit east, and Johnie lookit west,
And a little below the sun;
And there he spied the dun deer sleeping,
Aneath a buss o' brume, brume,
Aneath a buss o' brume:}:.
* Mither's benison—mother's blessing. \ Wad—would.
\ Suss o' brume—bush of broom.