THE DOWIE DENS O' YARROW, CONTINUED.

wot he gaed wi'

sorrow,

Till

down in

a den he spied nine armed men, On the

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Vol. 113.

THE GAY GOSS-HAWK.

NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED.

This Ballad is published, partly from one, under this title, in Mrs BROWN's Collection, and partly from a MS. of some antiquity, penes Edit.—The stanzas appearing to possess most merit, have been selected from each copy.

"O WALY, waly, my gay goss-hawk,
Gin your feathering be sheen!"—
“And waly, waly, my master dear,
Gin ye look pale and lean!

"O have ye tint, at tournament,
Your sword, or yet your spear ?
Or mourn ye for the southern lass,
Whom ye may not win near?".

"I have not tint, at tournament,
My sword nor yet my spear;
But sair I mourn for my true love,
Wi' mony a bitter tear.