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