Motherwell Manuscript, p. 189.
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'Come down, come down, thou bonnie bird,
Sit low upon my hand,
And thy cage shall be o the beaten gowd,
And not of hazel wand.' |
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'O woe, O woe be to thee, lady,
And an ill death may thou die!
For the way thou guided good Lord John,
Soon, soon would thou guide me.' |
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'Go bend to me my bow,' she said,
'And set it to my ee,
And I will gar that bonnie bird
Come quickly down to me.' |
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'Before thou bend thy bow, lady,
And set it to thy ee,
O I will be at yon far forest,
Telling ill tales on thee.'
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