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POSTHUMOUS POEMS
It was neither hasped wi' gowd nor airn,
Nor yet wi' siller wan;
But a' the wood it was biggit wi'
Was of the white rowan.

And they sailed lang, and they sailed sair,
And they drave ower to south;
And a wind was in the ship's side,
And a wind in the ship's mouth.

And when he came by Spindlestonheugh
He's tane the vervein in his hand;
"Now God have heed of the fair ship,
For we must row to land."

"Have pity of us, O Lord Richard,
For we dare no further gang."
"Gin I may come by a goodly gallows,
The best of ye a' shall hang."

But when he saw the seven swine-trows,
He weened a sair thing to have seen;
And when he saw the laidley worm,
The tears brast ower in his een.

"O gin ye'll kiss my laidley mouth
For the love of God's body,
I winna do ye scaith, brother,
Though I be a foul thing to see."

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