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SIR DAVID GR.EME.
Old Ballad.
The do'c flew easr-? The do'e flew w est, The do'e flew far a_yont the
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fell, An' sair at e'en she scem'd dis._trcst. But wh t pcr—plcxVl her con d na tell,
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And aye she cried, curdoe>, curdoo,
An' ruffled a' her feathers fair,
An' lookit sad, an' wad na bnw
To taste the sweetest finest %^re, .,
The Lady pined, an' sair did blame,
She didna blame the bonnie do'c,
But sair- she blamed Sir David Graeme,
Wha now to her had broke- his vow.
The Lady to her window hied,
Thai opened. o'er the banks o'Tync,
An' 0,alatkj she said, ah sighed,
".Sure evrry heart is blythc but mine.
Wharc hae ye been my bonnic do'e,
That I hae icd wi' bread and wine;
As reiving' a'. this country throuffh,
Oh!
vc this faose luve o' mine.
He swore by moon an' stars sae brig-ht ,
An' by their bed o' grass sae green ,
To meet her there onLammas nig-hf,
Whatever dang-ers lay between .
To risk his fortune and his life,
To bear her frac- her Father's ha';
To g"i'c her a' the lands o'Drife,
An' wed wi' her for gude an' a'.
The day arrivc-d , the evening* came,
The Lady looked wi' wistful e'e, '
But,0, alack; her noble Graeme,
Frac e'en to morn,she could na see.
An' ilka day she sat an' grat,
An' ilka nig-ht she sat an'wToug-ht,
Ay wig-hten this, and blaming- that,
But b9 the cause she never thought .
The Sun had drunk frac Reider fells,..
"His beverag-e o' the morning' dewj.
The w-ild fowl slumbered in the dells,
The heather hung- its bells o' blue .
The lambs were skipping - on the brae,
In airy notes the shepherd sung-;
The laverock hail'd Hit jocund day-
Till ilka thicket sweet I j rung".
The do'e sat .on the window tree,
An' held a lock o' yellow hair;
She perclied upon the Lady's knee,
An' carefully she placed it there .
VVha can this mean, it is' the same,
Or en.se my senses me beguile;
This lock belonged to Da\id Graeme,
-The flower <>' a' the British isle.
It isna cut wi' sheers or knife,
But frac his haffits torn aw T a 1
I ken he lo'ed me as his life,
But this I canna read ava."
The do'e flew east, the do'c flew west,
The do'c flew far ayont the (fell,
An' back she cam wi' panting" breast
At ringing- o' the castle hell .
She lighted on the hally tap,
An' c ried/curdoo' an' hung" he-F winy;
Then flew- into the Ladys lap,
An' there she dropped a diamond riot;
What can this mean: it is the- same,
Or ense my senses me- beguile- 1
This ring 1 jjfavr' to David Graeme,
The, bravest Knight in Britain's lsl< V