Ancient Scottish ballads, recovered from tradition, and never before ...

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Unto the king's court I did go,
My love and beauty for to show;
For man's service I did enquire,
And I was not denied there.
"Stand up, brave youth," the king he cried,
"Your service shall not be denied;
But first tell me what ye can do,
And I will put you thereunto.
Will ye be tapster of my wine
To wait on me whan I'm at dine?
Or will ye be governor of my ha'
To attend on me and my nobles a'?
Or will ye be my chamberline
My bed to mak so soft and fine?"
"My liege, the king, if it please thee,
Thy chamberline fain wad I be."
The king he to the hunting did gang,
And left nane wi' her but ae auld man
She took a lute and play'd upon,
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