8 " Here's thy' kin' health i' the ruddie red wine, Fair dame o' the stranger land ! "For never a pair of een before " Could mar my guide bow hand." Her lips were a cloven hinney cherrie, Sae tempting to the sight; Her locks, owre alabaster brows, Fell like the morning light; An' light her hinncy breath heav'd her locks, As thro' the dar.cc she flew; While love laughed in her bonny blue es An' dwelt on her comely mou. “ Loose hings ye're broider'd gowd garder, “Hair lady, dare I speak ?" "She, trembling, lift up her silky, band, “To her red, red flushing check. “Ye've drapp'd, ye've drapp'd your broack of c. Thou Lord's daughter sae gay; [gowdy "The tears o'er-brimm'd her bonnie blue ce, “O come, O come away.-- “O maid, undo the siller bar, “To my chamber let me win, “And tak this kiss, thou peasant youth, " I daurna let thee in. " And tak," quoth she, this káme o gowd, “Wi' my lock o' yellow hair, “For meikle my heart forbodes to me, "I never maun meet thee mair. FINIS.
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