POSTHUMOUS POEMS
The kisses that are her mouth within,
There is no man knoweth of any one;
She is a pure maid of her body,
The best that standeth under sun.
There is no man knoweth of any one;
She is a pure maid of her body,
The best that standeth under sun.
And Estness was a bonny castle,
It stood upon a sea;
The green for Annet, the yellow for Janet,
The brown for Marjorie.
It stood upon a sea;
The green for Annet, the yellow for Janet,
The brown for Marjorie.
And Westness was a bonny castle,
It lay upon a lea;
Red wine for Annet, and white for Janet,
And water for Marjorie.
It lay upon a lea;
Red wine for Annet, and white for Janet,
And water for Marjorie.
But Hermitage is a fair castle,
The fairest of the three;
Saft beds for Annet, silk sheets for Janet,
Nane sheets for Marjorie.
The fairest of the three;
Saft beds for Annet, silk sheets for Janet,
Nane sheets for Marjorie.
He made them a' by strong cunning,
That wizard great of hand;
The twain to fall at his life's ending,
The third alway to stand.
That wizard great of hand;
The twain to fall at his life's ending,
The third alway to stand.
He made them a' by hell's cunning,
That wizard full of ill;
They burnt up Estness and cast down Westness,
But Hermitage standeth still.
That wizard full of ill;
They burnt up Estness and cast down Westness,
But Hermitage standeth still.
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