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And ihe has tain her Gill Moricc,
And kiffd baith mouth and chin :
I was once as fow of Gill Morice,
As the hip is o' the ftean.
" I got ze in my father's houfe,
Wi' mickle fin and (hame,
I brocht thee up in gude grene wode,
Under the heavy rain ;
Oft have 1 by thy cradle fitten,
And fondly feen thee fleip ;
But now I gae about thy grave,
The faut tears for to weip."
And fyne fhe kifid his bluidy cheik,
And fyne his bluidy chin:
O better I loe my Gill Morice
Than a' my kith and kin t
*« Away, away, ze ill woman,
And an il deith mait ze dee :
Gin I had kend he'd bin zour fon,
He'd neir bin flain for mee."
'" Obraid me not, my lord Barnard !
Obraid me not for fhame !
Wi' that faime fpeir O pierce my heart !
And put me out o' pain.
Since nothing bot Gill Morice head
Thy jelous rage could quell,