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‘She was rantin, and dancin, and singin for joy,
And vowin that nicht she woud feest Inverey.
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‘She eat wi him, drank wi him, welcomd him in,
Was kind to the man that had slayn her baronne.’
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Up spake the son on the nourice’s knee,
‘Gin I live to be a man, revenged I’ll be.’
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