A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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^' Away, away, thou traitor Strang
Out o' my sight soon may'st thou be
I grantit nevir a traitor's life.
And now I'll not t>€gjn wi' thee !'*
" Grant me my life, my liege, my king
And a bonny gift I'll gie to thee
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Gude four and twenty ganging * mills.
That gang thro' a' the yeir to me.
" These four and twenty mills complete.
Sail gang for thee thro' a' the yeir
And as mickle of gude reid wheit.
As a' their happers dow to be»r."
*' Away, away, thou traitor Strang
Out o' my sight soon may'st thou be
I grantit nevir a traitor's life.
And now I'll not begin wi' thee,"
" Grant me my life, my liege, my king.
And a great gift 111 gie to thee
Bauld four and twenty sisters' sons.
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Sail for thee fecht, tho' a' should flee T'
*' Away, away, thou traitor Strang
Out o' my sight soon may'gt thou be \
I grantit nevir a traitor's life.
And now I'll not begin wi' thee."
" Grant me my life, my liege, my king,
And a brave gift I'll gie to thee
All between heir and Newcastle town.
Sail pay their yeirly rent tp thee."
* Going.