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The Laird of Laminton
KATHARINE JAFFRAY—B
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The gallant laird of LamingtonCam frae the North Countree
To court a gallant gay lady,
And wi presents entered he.
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He neither stood for gould nor gear —For she was a well-fared may —
And whan he got her friends' consent
He set the wedding-day.
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She's sent unto her first fere love,Gin he would come to see,
And he has sent word back again
Weel answered should she be.
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He has sent a messengerRight quietly throe the land,
Wi mony armed men,
To be at his command.
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The bridegroom looked out at a high window,Beheld baith dool and doon,
And there he spied her first fere love,
Come riding to the toun.
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She scoffed and she scorned him,Upo the wedding-day,
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That he had seen in array.
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But as he sat at yon table-head,Amo yon gentlemen,
And he began to speak some words
That na ane there could ken.
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‘There is a lass into this town —She is a weel-far'd may —
She is another man's bride today,
But she'll play him foul play.’
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Up did start the bonny bridegroom,His hat into his hand,
[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]
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‘O cam you here, young man, to fight?Or came you here to flee?
Or cam you here to drink good wine,
And be good company?’
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They filled a cup o good red wine,Drunk out between them twa:
‘For one dance wi your bonny bride,
I shall gae hame my wa.’
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He's taen her by the milk-white hand,And by the grass-green sleeve,
He's mounted her high behind himself,
At her kin's speired nae leave.
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Now [OMITTED]And swords flew in the skies,
And droop and drowsie was the blood
Ran our yon lilly braes.
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The blood ran our the lilly bank,And our the lilly brae,
And sighing said the bonny bride,
‘A, wae's me for foul play!’
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‘My blessing on your heart, sweet thing,Wae to your wilfu will!
So many a gallant gentleman's blood
This day as ye've garred spill.
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‘But a' you that is norland men,If you be norland born,
Come never south to wed a bryde,
For they'll play you the scorn.
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‘They will play you the scornUpo your wedding-day,
And gie you frogs instead o fish,
And do you foul, foul play.’
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