Cromek's Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway Song, p. 222.
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D'ye mind, d'ye mind, Lady Margerie,
When we handed round the beer?
Seven times I fainted for your sake,
And you never dropt a tear. |
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'D'ye mind, d'ye mind, Lady Margerie,
When we handed round the wine?
Seven times I fainted for your sake,
And you never fainted once for mine.'
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And he's taen the baby out of her womb
And thrown it upon a thorn:
'Let the wind blow east, let the wind blow west,
The cradle will rock its lone.'
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But when brother Henry's cruel brand
Had done the bloody deed,
The silver-buttons flew off his coat,
And his nose began to bleed.
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'O I have been killing in the silver wood
What will breed mickle woe;
I have been killing in the silver wood
A dawdy and a doe.'
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