A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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The Lammikin sair wroth^ sair wroth.
Returned again to Downe
But or he gaed, he vow'd and vow'd.
The castle should sweep the ground.
—
" O byde at hame^, my gude Lord Weire^
I weird ye byde at hame
Gang na to this day's hunting.
To leave me a' alane.
" Yae night, yae night, I dreamt this bower
red red blude was fu'
Gin ye gang to this black hunting,
1 sail hae cause to rue."
—
^' Wha looks to dreams, my winsome dame ?
Nae cause hae ye to fear /'
And syne he kindly kissed her cheek.
And syne the starting tear.
Now to the gude green-wood he's gane.
She to her painted bower
But first she closed the windows and doors
Of the castle, ha*, and tower.
They steeked doors, they steeked yetts.
Close to the cheek and chin;
They steeked them a' but a wee wicket.
And Lammikin crap in.
^* Where are a' the lads o' this castle?"
Says the Lammikin ;
" They are a' wi' Lord Weire hunting,"
The false nourice did sing.
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