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"And there I found your brave husband,
As viewing the dead my lane;
He was lying in the very foremost rank,
In the midst of a heap o' slain."
Then Janet held up her hands to heaven,
And she grat, and she tore her hair,
“O sweet Ladye, 0 dear Ladye,
Dinna tell me ony mair!
“There is a hope will linger within,
When earthly hope is vain,
But, when ane kens the very worst,
It turns the heart to stane!"
"Oh wae is my heart, John Carr,' said I,
That I this sight should see!'
But when I said these waefu' words,
He lifted his eyne to me.
"'O art thou there my kind Ladye,
The best o' this warld's breed,
And are you ganging your leifou lane,
Amang the hapless dead?'
"'I ha'e servants within my ca', John Carr,
And a chariot in the dell,
And if there is ony hopo o' life,
I will carry you hame mysell.'
"O Lady, there is nae hope o' life;
And what were life to me?
Wad ye save me frae the death of a man,
To hang on a gallows tree?
