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21 When he cam unto the flames
He jamp in, butes and a';
He thocht to hae kissd her red rosy lips,
But her body broke in twa.
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22 I'll burn for thy sake, Marjory,
The toun that thou lies in;
An I'll mak the baby fatherless,
For I'll throw mysel therein.
G
Notes and Queries, Second Series, IX, 193; communicated by A. J., Edinburgh, as learned by himself and an elder sister from an old washerwoman of East Dereham, Norfolk, in the early part of this century.
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1 'My father was the first good man
Who tied me to a stake;
My mother was the first good woman
Who did the fire make.
2 'My brother was the next good man
Who did the fire fetch;
My sister was the next good woman
Who lighted it with a match.
3 'They blew the fire, they kindled the fire,
Till it did reach my knee:
"O mother, mother, quench the fire!
The smoke will smother me."