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LADY DYSIE AND THE KITCHIE BOY IT was a king, and a verra greit king, An a king o muckle fame, An he had a luvelie dauchter fair, An Dysie was her name. She fell in love wi the kitchie-boy, An a verra bonnie boy was he, An word has gane till her father dear, An an angry man was he. `Is it the laird? or is it the lord? Or a man o high degree? Or is it to Robin, the kitchie-boy? O Dysie mak nae lee.' `It's nae the laird, nor is it the lord, Nor a man o high degree, But it's to Robin, the kitchie-boy; What occasion hae I to lee?' `If it be to Robin, the kitchie-boy, As I trust weel it be, The morn, afore ye eat meal or drink, Ye'll see him hanged hie.' They have taen Robin out, His hair was like threads o gold; That verra day afore it was night, Death made young Dysie cold. Child #269 Version E in Child @bastard @murder filename[ LADYDIA7 SOF  8note Sheet |
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