POSTHUMOUS POEMS
Lord Scales he strak a fu' straight straik,
But Randal strak a sair;
Lord Scales had a little joy of it,
But Lady Helen had mair.
But Randal strak a sair;
Lord Scales had a little joy of it,
But Lady Helen had mair.
Gar set my ships into the sea
And my hooks into the corn;
For gin I have lost a man the night,
I'll get a man the morn.
And my hooks into the corn;
For gin I have lost a man the night,
I'll get a man the morn.
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