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LORD SCALES
And between the lang beds and the wa',
It's there the maidens stand.
It's there the maidens stand.
She's had him to her bonnie bed,
She's laid it warm and wide;
He's clipped that lady by the middle waist,
And by the middle side.
She's laid it warm and wide;
He's clipped that lady by the middle waist,
And by the middle side.
There was neither light nor fire them by,
And they twain were set to sleep,
When she's turned her chin to the pillow side
Made her a space to weep.
And they twain were set to sleep,
When she's turned her chin to the pillow side
Made her a space to weep.
He kissed her on her fair twa breasts,
And hard upon her chin;
He's kissed her by her white halse-bane
The little salt tears fell in.
And hard upon her chin;
He's kissed her by her white halse-bane
The little salt tears fell in.
The small tears fell about her face
Between her lips and his;
From side to side of her gold hair
Her face was full sad to kiss.
Between her lips and his;
From side to side of her gold hair
Her face was full sad to kiss.
Lie down, lie down now, Lady Helen,
Lie still into my hand;
I wadna gie ane o' the pillow-beres
For ten measures of land.
Lie still into my hand;
I wadna gie ane o' the pillow-beres
For ten measures of land.
Lie still into mine arms, Helen,
Betwixen sheet and sheet:
I wadna gie ane o' the cods of silk
For ten measures of wheat.
Betwixen sheet and sheet:
I wadna gie ane o' the cods of silk
For ten measures of wheat.
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