LORD SOULIS
"O whatten a may is yonder may
That is sae great of her body?"
"O yonder is my sister Janet,
Was stolen by night frae me.
That is sae great of her body?"
"O yonder is my sister Janet,
Was stolen by night frae me.
"Gin ye'll come hither to me, Janet,
God's love of me ye'se hae."
"I wadna gang out for aye, brither,
Though ye were dead the day."
God's love of me ye'se hae."
"I wadna gang out for aye, brither,
Though ye were dead the day."
"O ye'll gang down to me, Janet,
For God's sweet mercy and mine;
For I have sought ye the lang lands ower,
These eight months wearing nine."
For God's sweet mercy and mine;
For I have sought ye the lang lands ower,
These eight months wearing nine."
"I winna gang forth for nae brither,
Though his body should be lorn;
I winna gang forth for nae man's face,
Till Lord Soulis' bairn be born."
Though his body should be lorn;
I winna gang forth for nae man's face,
Till Lord Soulis' bairn be born."
He turned his face against the brigg,
His heart brak right in three;
"The sorrow of hell for you, Janet,
And the warld's sorrow for me."
His heart brak right in three;
"The sorrow of hell for you, Janet,
And the warld's sorrow for me."
"Take down the red, and the bonny red,
Set up the black, the black:
For my brother is naden to Wearieswood,
I wot he'll never win back."
Set up the black, the black:
For my brother is naden to Wearieswood,
I wot he'll never win back."
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