Harris Manuscript, fol. 29, from the recitation of Mrs. Molison.
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Prince Robert he has wedded a wife,
An he daurna bring her hame;
The queen . . . .
His mither was much to blame.
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'It is the fashion in oor countrie, mither,
I dinna ken what it is here,
To like your wife better than your mither,
That . . . bought you sae dear.' |
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She called upon her best marie,
An tippet her wi a ring,
To bring to her the rank poison,
To gie Prince Robert a dram. |
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She put it to her cheek, her cheek,
She put it to her chin;
She put it to her fause, fause lips,
But neer a drap gaed in. |
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She put it to his cheek, his cheek,
She put it to his chin;
She put it to his rosy lips,
An the rank poison gaed in. |
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'Whare will I get a bonnie boy,
Wha will win meat an fee,
Wha will rin on to . . . bower,
Bring my gude ladie to me?' |
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'Here am I, a bonnie boy,
Willin to win meat an fee,
Wha will rin on to . . . bower,
An bring your gude ladie.' |
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'Whan you come to broken brig,
Tak aff your coat an swim;
An whan you come to grass growin,
Tak aff your shoon an rin.' |
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An whan he cam to broken brig,
He coost his coat an swam,
An whan he cam to grass growin,
Set doon his feet an ran. |
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An whan he cam to the ladie's bower,
He fand her a' her lane,
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An syne she kissed his wan, wan lips,
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