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The Fragment of the Fause Lover and the Dead Leman
Owillie rade, and Willie gaed
Atween the shore and sea,
And still it was his dead lady
That kept him company.
Atween the shore and sea,
And still it was his dead lady
That kept him company.
O Willie rade, and Willie gaed
Atween the loch and heather,
And still it was his dead lady
That held his stirrup leather.
Atween the loch and heather,
And still it was his dead lady
That held his stirrup leather.
‘O Willie, tak' me up by ye,
Sae far it is I gang;
O tak' me on your saddle bow,
Or your day shall not be lang.’
Sae far it is I gang;
O tak' me on your saddle bow,
Or your day shall not be lang.’
‘Gae back, gae back, ye fause ill wife,
To the grave wherein ye lie,
It never was seen that a dead leman
Kept lover's company
To the grave wherein ye lie,
It never was seen that a dead leman
Kept lover's company
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‘Gae back, gae back frae me,’ he said,
‘For this day maun I wed,
And how can I kiss a living lass,
When ye come frae the dead?
‘For this day maun I wed,
And how can I kiss a living lass,
When ye come frae the dead?
‘If ye maun haunt a living man,
Your brither haunt,’ says he,
‘For it was never my knife, but his
That twined thy life and thee!’
Your brither haunt,’ says he,
‘For it was never my knife, but his
That twined thy life and thee!’
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