A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

9G
'* Call to me a' my gaolom's.
Call them by thirtie and by thrie
Wharefor the morn at twelve o'clock
It's hangit shall they ilk ane be."
" O didna ye send your keys to us ?
Ye sent them by thirtie and by thrie
And wi' them sent a strait command.
To set at large young Ochiltrie."
" Ah na, fie na," quoth the Queen,
" Fie, my dear luve ! this maunna be ;
And if ye're gawn to hang them a'.
Indeed ye maun begin wi' me."
The tane was shippit at the pier of Leith,
The ither at the Queensferrie
And now the lady has gotten her luve.
The winsom laird of Ochiltrie,
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