A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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"'* What ailetli thee, now, dear Johnstone ?
What aileth thee at me ?
Hast thou not got my father's gold,
Bot and my mother's fee ?"
" Now live, now live, my dear lady,
Now live but half an hour
And there's no a leech * in a' Scotland,
But shall be in thy bower."
^' How can I live, my d^ar Johnstone ?
How can I live for thee ?
O do ye na see my red heart's blood
Run trickling down my knee ?
'^ But go thy way, my dear Johnstone^
And ride along the plain ;
And think no more of thy true love^
Than she had never been."
* Phjsiciam
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