A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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" O is my biggins * broken^ boy ?
Or is my towers won ?
Or is my lady lighter yet,
O' a dear daughter or son ?"
^' Your biggin isna broken, sir.
Nor is your towers v/on
But the fairest lady in a' the land
Tliis day for you maun burn."
*^ O saddle to me the black, the blacky,
Or saddle to me the brown j
Or saddle to me the swiftest steed
That ever rade frae a town."
Or he was near a mile awa'.
She heard his weir-horse t sneeze ;
^' Mend up the fire, my fause brother;^
It's nae come to my knees."
O, whan he lighted at the yeat.
She heard his bridle ring
*' Mend up the fire, my fause brother.
It's far yet frae my chin.
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^' Mend up the fire to me, brother.
Mend up the fire to me
For I see him comin' hard and fast,
Will soon men't up for thee.
''' O gin my hands had been loose, Willy^
Sae hard as they are boun',
I wad hae turn'd me frae the gleed.
And casten out your young son."
* Buildings,
-f War-horse.