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And when he came to broken brigg,
he bent his bow and ſwan;
And when he came to graſs growing,
let down his feet and ran.
And when be came to Barnard’s ha',
wou’d neither chap nor ca’;
But ſet his bent bow to his breaſt,
and lightly lap the wa’.
Ho wou’d tell nae-man his errand,
though twa flood at the gate.
But ſtraight into the ha’ he came,
whair great ſouk fat at meat.
Hail! hail! my gentle Sire and Dame!
my meſſage winna wait:
Dame, ye maun to the green wood gang,
before that it be late:
Ye’re bidden tak this gay mantle,
it's a gowd but the hem,
Ye maun gae to the good green wood,
e’en by yourſell alane.
And there it is, a ſilken fark.
your ain hand few’d the ſleeve.
Ye maun gae fpeak with Gill Morice,
ſpeer nae bauld Baron’s leave.
The Lady stamped with her foot,
and winked with her eye;
But a’ that ſhe could fay or do,
forbidden he wadna be.
