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For I have killed the young Colonel,
And thy own true love was he."
" If ye hae killed the young Colonel,
O dule and woe is me I
I wish ye may be hanged on a hie gallows.
And hae nae power to flee."
And he's awa to his true love's bouir ;
He's tirled at the pin :
" Where hae ye been, my dear Johnston ?
Sae late o' coming in I
Where hae ye been, my dear Johnston ?
Sae late o' coming in I"
"01 hae been at the schule," he says,
" Learning young clerks to sing."
" I dreamed a dream this nicht," she says ;
" I wish it may be for gude !
They were seeking you with the sleuth-hound,
And the young Colonel was dead."
" They are seeking me with the sleuth-hound,
As I trow weel they be ;
For I have killed the young Colonel,
And thy ae brother was he."
" If ye hae killed the young Colonel,
O dule and woe is me !
But I care the less for the young Colonel,
If thy ain body be free.
Come in, come in, my dear Johnston,
Come in, and take a sleep ;
And I will go to my casement,
And carefully I will thee keep."