A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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But cald and dead was that lady^
Nor heeds for a' his niaen
An he wad harpit till domisday ,
Shell never speak again.
He's ta'en his harp intill his hand ;
Fie harpit and he sang
And he is hame to Gib his man
As fast as he could gang.
" Come forth, come forth, now, Gib, my man.
Till I pay you your fee
Come forth, come forth, now, Gib, my man;
Weel payit sail ye be !"
And he has ta'en him, Gib, his man,
And he has hang'd him hie ;
And he's hangit him o'er his ain yate^,
As high as high could be.
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