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And when he came to good Green-wood,
wi' meikle dule and care,
It's there he law Gill Morice,
kaiming his yellow hair.
Nae wonder, nae wonder, Gill Morice,
my Lady lo'ed thee well,
The faireſt part of my body
is blacker than thy heel!
Yet, ne'ertheleſs, now Gill Morice,
for a' thy great beauty,
Ye's rue the day e'er ye was born,
that head ſhall gae wi' me.
Now he has drawn his truſty brand,
and ſlait it on the ſtrae,
And thro' Gill Morice fair body
he's gard cauld iron gae!
And he has ta'en Gill Morice' head
and ſet it on a ſpear,
The meaneſt man in a' ⟨this⟩ train
has got that head to bear.
And he has ta’en Gill Morice up,
laid him acroſs his ſteid,
And brought him to his painted bow'r,
and laid him on a bed.
The Lady fat on the caſtle-wa',
beheld both dale and down,
And there ſhe ſaw Gill Morice' head
come trailing to the town!
