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 And now at length this wicked act

Did by this means come out.

The fellow that did take in hand

These children for to kill,

Was for a robbery judgd to die,

As was God's blessed will;

Who did confess the very truth,

The which is here express'd;

Their uncle died while he for debt

In prison long did rest.

All you that be executors made,

And overseers eke,

Of children that be fatherless,

And infants mild and meek;

Take you example by this thing,

And yield to each his right,

Lest God, with such like misery,

Your wicked minds requite.





O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour,

And loud the tempests roar;

A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower,

Lord Gregory, ope thy door

An exile frae her father's ha',

And a' for loving thee;

At least some pity on me shaw,

If love it may na be.