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 as they lay here and there. And she has ta’en Gill Morice head, and kis’d baith mouth and chin, I once was as fu’ o’ Gill Morice, as the hip is o’ the tane I got thee in my father’s houe, wi’ muckle in and hame, And brought the up in good green wood under the heavy rain Oft have I by thy cradle ad, and oundly een the leep, But now I’ll gae about thy grave the sa't tears for to weep; And firt he kis’d his bloody cheek, and yne his bloody chin. Better I lo’e Gill Morice, than a’ my kith and kin. Away, away, ye ill woman, an ill death may you die. Gin I had kend he had been your son, he’d ne’er been lain for me. Upbraid me not Lord Barnard, upbraid me not for hame, With that ame word, O! pierce my heart and put me out of pain. Since naething but Gill Morice's death thy jealous rage could quell,