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Wi’ that the boy has bent his bow,
It was baith stout and lang;
And thro’ and thro’ him, Jellon Grame,
He gar’d an arrow gang.
XXI
Says,—‘Lie ye there, now, Jellon Grame!
My malisoun gang you wi’!
The place that my mother lies buried in
Is far too good for thee.’
FOOTNOTES:
[352] wee know = little hillock.
[50. Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard]
O wow for day!
And, dear, gin it were day!
Gin it were day, and I were away—
For I ha’ na lang time to stay.