The Laird o Livingstone
FAIR MARY OF WALLINGTON—D
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Dr John Hill Burton's MS., No 2.
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‘Here it is was sisters seven,
And five is died with child;
Was non but you and I, Hellen,
And we'se be maidens mild.’
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They hadna been maidens o bonny Snawdon
A twalvemonth and a day,
When lairds and lords a courting came,
Seeking Mary away.
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The bonny laird of Livingstone,
He liket Mary best;
He gae her a ring, a royal ring,
And he wedded her at last.
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She hed na been lady o Livingstone
A twalvemonth and a day,
When she did go as big wi bairn
As iver a woman could be.
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The knights were wringin their white fingers,
And the ladys wer tearin their hair;
It was a' for the lady o Livingstone,
For a word she never spake mare.
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Out and spake her sister Hellen,
Where she sat by her side;
‘The man shall never be born,’ she said,
‘Shall ever make me his bride.
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‘The man,’ she said, ‘that would merry me,
I'de count him but a feel,
To merry me at Whitsunday,
And bury me at Yele.’
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Out and spak her mother dear,
Whare she sat by the fire:
‘I bare this babe now from my side,
Maun suffer her to die.
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‘And I have six boys now to my oyes,
And none of them were born,
But a hole cut in their mother's side,
And they from it were shorne.’
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