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LORD SOULIS

 

Out then spak may Janet's brother,
He was a stout knight and a keen;
"He has sent his devils us amang
To work us trouble and teen.

"Gin I wist where I might be wroken of him,
Betwixen dark and day,
I wad give baith my soul and body
To hell to fetch away."

Out then spak Burd Annet's father,
He was a good man full of age;
"Ye'll speir at Estness, ye'll speir at Westness,
But no at Hermitage."

They turned their horse-heads round about,
Rode low down by the sand;
And a' the way they went upon,
The devil went at their hand.

The first castle they came to,
It stood upon a sea;
The least worth chamber in a' that castle,
It was a' whalestooth and sandal-tree.

"O whatten a may is yonder may,
Sae fair to see upon?"
"O yonder is my daughter Annet,
Out of my ha's was gone."

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