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Tliey waaked up, and they wauked dowiij
Sweit fang the birdis in the vallle loun !
Whan they came to the roarmg lin,
She drave- unwitting I label in. 3®
" O filter I filter ! tak my hand,
" And ye fall hae my Hlver fan ;
" O lifter ! lifter ! tak my middle,
'' And ye fall hae my gowden girdleo"
Sumtimes fiie fank, furatimes ftie fwam, 25,
Till flie cam to the miller's dam :
The miller's dochter was out that eiii
And faw her rowing down the ftreim.
" O father deir ! in your mill dam
'' There is either a lady or a milk white fwan !"
Twa days were gane whan to her deir
Her wraith at deid of nicht cold appeir :
^' My luve, ray deir, how can ye fleip,
" VvHian your Ifabel lyes in the deip ?
" My deir, how can you fleip hot pain, ^^,
" Whan fhe by her cruel lifter is flain ?"
Up raife he fune in frichtfu made,
" Bulk ye, my meiny, and feik the fludeJ'
They focht her up and they focht her doun,
And fpy'd at laft her glifterin gown : 40
They rais'd her wi richt meikle care j
Pale was her cheik, and greia was her hair !
^' Gae, faddle to me my fwifteft fteid,
" Her fere, by my fae, for her death fall bleid."
A page cam rinning out owr the lie, 45
'■'' O iieavie tiding I bring ! quoth he
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