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His arms were bright, his heart was light,
And he sung this merry lay,
“How jollily lives this fair young knight,
He loves and he rides away.”
A lady look’d over the castle wall,
And she heard the knight thus sing:
The lady’s tears began to fall,
And her hands she began to wring.
“And didst thou then my true love plight,
And was it but to betray?
Ah! tarry a while, my own dear knight,
In pity don’t ride away.”
The knight of her tears he took no heed,
While scornful laugh’d his eye;
He gave the spur to his prancing steed,———
“ Good b’ye, sweetheart, good b’ye.”
And soon he vanish’d from her sight,
While she was heard te say,
“Ah! ladies beware of a fair young knight
He’ll love and he’ll ride away.”
Banks of Doun.
Ye banks and braes of bonny Doun,
How can ye bloom so fresh and fair;
How can ye chant ye little birds,
While I’m so wae and fu’ o’ care?
