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Till I gang to my shot- window,*
To hear jon birdie's sang."
She's gane unto her shot-window,
And fain the birdie grew ;
And sune into her white silk lap,
The bird the letter threw.
" Have there a letter from Lord William ;
He says he sent you three ;
He canna wait your love langer,
But for your sake he'll die."
" I sent him the rings from my white fingers,
The garlands off my hair;
I sent him the heart that's in my breast ;
What wad my love hae mair ?
Gae bid him bake his bridal bread,
And brew his bridal ale ;
And I shall meet him at Mary's kirk,
Lang, lang ere it be stale."
The lady's gane to her chamber.
And a moanfu' woman was she ;
As gin she had taen a sudden brash,f
And were about to die.
" An askin,:}: an askin, my father deir.
An askin I beg of thee."
" Ask not that paughty Scottish lord ;
For him ye ne'er shall see.
But, for your honest askin else,
Weel granted it shall be."
♦ Explained in the notes to " Clerk Saunders."
t Sickness. 4; A favour or boon.