O sichin and sobbin she’ll soon get her fill.’
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‘I’m no coward, brother, ’tis kend I’m a man;
I’ll ficht i your quarral as lang’s I can stand.
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‘I’ll ficht, my dear brother, wi heart and gude will,
And so will young Harry that lives at the mill.
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‘But turn, mi dear brother, and nae langer stay:
What’ll cum o your ladie, gin Braikley thei slay?