The book of British ballads . Gae hame, gae hame, my seven bauld brothers! Gae hame and blaw your horn!I trow ye wad hae gien me the skaith,But Ive gien you the scorn. Commend me to my grey father,That wished my saul gude rest;But wae be to my cruel step-dame,Garrd burn me on the breast. — Ah! woe to you, you light woman! An ill death may ye die!For we left father and sisters at hameBreaking their hearts for J. Fraukliu del. T. Armstrong sc.

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