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'But gin my three brethren had been here,
Ye had nae slain my sisters dear.'
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C.
Motherwell's MS., p. 172. From J. Goldie, March, 1825.
1
There were three sisters on a road,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
And there they met a banished lord.
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree
2
The eldest sister was on the road,
And there she met with the banished lord.
3
'O will ye consent to lose your life,
Or will ye be a banished lord's wife?'
4
'I'll rather consent to lose my life
Before I'll be a banished lord's wife.'