the New York Times Sunday magazine. Recently he purchased，
O then bespake her dochter dear, She was baith jimp and sma', "O row me in a pair o' sheets, And tow me o'er the wa'."
They rowd her in a pair o' sheets, And towd her o'er the wa': But on the point of Gordon's spear She gat a deadly fa'.
O bonnie bonnie was her mouth, And cherry were her cheeks, And clear clear was her yellow hair, Whereon the reid bluid dreeps.
Then wi' his spear he turned her o'er,-- O gin her face was wan! He said, "Ye are the first that e'er I wished alive again."
He turned her o'er and o'er again,-- O gin her skin was white! "I might ha' spared that bonnie face To hae been some man's delite.
"Busk and boun, my merry men a', For ill dooms I do guess; I canna luik in that bonnie face, As it lies on the grass."--
"Tham luiks to freits, my master dear, Then freits will follow thame: Let it neir be said brave Edom o' Gordon Was daunted by a dame!"--
But when the ladie see the fire Come flaming o'er her head, She wept and kissed her children twain, Said, "Bairns, we been but dead!"
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