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 LADY ANNE LINDSAY

I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin ; I daurna think on Jamie, for that wad be a sin; But Til do my best a gude wife aye to be, For auld Robin Gray he is kind unto me.

SIR WILLIAM JONES 492 E -pi gram

ON parent knees, a naked new-born child, Weeping thou sat'st while all around thce smiled So live, that sinking to thy life's last sleep, Calm thou may'st smile, whilst all around thee weep

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��THOMAS CHATTERTON 493 Song from TElla

(SING unto my roundelay,

O drop the briny tear with me;

Dance no more at holyday,

Like a running river be. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed

All under the willow-tree.

Black his cryne as the winter night, White his rode as the summer snow, Red his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the grave below My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. 493 cryne] hair. rode] complexion.

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