The book of British ballads . re he may, in the first of the places pointed out, insert, Three, three, and three by three; and in the second, Three, three, and thirty-three; which will give him itentire and unmutilated. She leaned her back unto a thorn,And there she had her two babes born. She took frae bout her ribbon-beltAnd there she bound them hand and foot. She has taen out her wee pen-knifeAnd there she ended baith their life. She has howked a hole baith deep and wide,She has put them in baith side by side. She has coverd them oer wi a marble stone,Thinking she would gang maiden hame. As
The book of British ballads . re he may, in the first of the places pointed out, insert, Three, three, and three by three; and in the second, Three, three, and thirty-three; which will give him itentire and unmutilated. She leaned her back unto a thorn,And there she had her two babes born. She took frae bout her ribbon-beltAnd there she bound them hand and foot. She has taen out her wee pen-knifeAnd there she ended baith their life. She has howked a hole baith deep and wide,She has put them in baith side by side. She has coverd them oer wi a marble stone,Thinking she would gang maiden hame. As she was walking by her fathers castle wa,She saw twa pretty babes playing at the ba. O bonny bairns, gin ye were mine,I would dress you up in satin fine ! O I would dress you in the silkAnd wash you ay in morning milk I O cruel mother ! we were thine,And thou made us to wear the twine. O cursed mother ! heaven is high,And thats where thouU neer win nigh. O cursed mother ! hell is deep,And there thoull enter step by step. 239.
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