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7 “O brither, this is nae the priest;

I fear he’ll come o’er late;

For armed men wi’ shining brands

Stand at the castle yett.”

“Hasten Donald, Duncan, Dugald, Hugh,

Haste, tak’ your sword and spear;

We’ll gar these traytors rue the bourhour [sic];

That e’er they ventured here.”

The Highlandmen drew their claymores,

And ga’e a warlike shout;

But Johnnie’s merry men kept the yett,

Nae ane durst venture out.

The lovers rade the lee-lang night,

And safe got on their way;

And bonnie Baby Livingstone

Has gotten Johnnie Hay.

“Awa’ Glenlyon! fy for shamo!

Gae hide you in some den;

You’ve latten your bride be stown frae you,

For a’ your armed men.”  

THE TWA MARTYRS’ WIDOWS.

down, sit down by thy martyr’s side,

I’se sit down by mine;

I shall speak o’ him to my Gude,

thou may speak o’ thine.