A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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^' O mith I tell you, Gib, my man.
Gin I a man had slain ?"
'" O that ye micht, my gude master,
Altho' ye had slain ten."
^' Then tak ye tent now, Gib, my man^
My bidden for to dee
And, but an ye wauken me in time.
Ye sail be hangit hie.
^' Whan day has dawen, and cocks hae craweu,
And wappit their wings sae wide,
I'm bidden gang till yon lady's bower.
And streek me by her side."
^^ Gae hame to your bed, my good master
Ye've waukit, I fear, o'er lang
For I'll wauken you in as good time.
As ony cock i' the land,"
He's ta'en his harp intill his hand,
He harpit and he sang,
Until he liarpit his master asleep,
Syne fast awa did gang.
And he is till that lady's bower.
As fast as he could rin
When he cam till that lady's bower.
He chappit at the chin.
^'^ O wha is this," says that lady,
" Thai; opens nae and comes in }"
" It's I, Glenkindie, your ain true love,,
O, open and let me in !"
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