The Book of Old English Ballads by George Wharton Edwards
page 109 of 137 (79%)
page 109 of 137 (79%)
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Mair fairer far than ye."
"Now hae ye play'd me this, fause love, In simmer, 'mid the flowers? I shall repay ye back again, In winter, 'mid the showers." "But again, dear love, and again, dear love, Will ye not turn again? For as ye look to ither women, I shall do to other men." "Make your choice o' whom you please, For I my choice will have; I've chosen a maid more fair than thee, I never will deceive." But she's kilt up her claithing fine, And after him gaed she; But aye he said, "Ye'll turn again, Nae farder gae wi' me." "But again, dear love, and again, dear love, Will ye never love me again? Alas! for loving you sae well, And you na me again." The firstan' town that they came till, He bought her brooch and ring; But aye he bade her turn again, |
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