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 384. Cradle Song

O my deir hert, young Jesus sweit, Prepare thy creddil in my spreit, And I sall rock thee in my hert And never mair from thee depart.

But I sall praise thee evermoir With sangis sweit unto thy gloir; The knees of my hert sall I bow, And sing that richt Balulalow! 385. The Call

My blood so red For thee was shed, Come home again, come home again; My own sweet heart, come home again! You've gone astray Out of your way, Come home again, come home again!

386. The Bonny Earl of Murray

Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands, O where hae ye been? They hae slain the Earl of Murray, And hae laid him on the green.

Now wae be to thee, Huntley! And whairfore did ye sae! I bade you bring him wi' you. But forbade you him to slay.