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

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Whan she cam her father afore,
A may's love whiles is easie won
She fell at his feet on her knees sae low,
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She was the fair flow'r o' Northumberland.
" O dochter, dochter, why was ye bauld,
O why was your love sae easie won
To he a Scot's hure in your fifteen year auld,
And ye the fair flow'r o' Northumberland."
Her mother on her sae gentlie smil'd,
" O that her love was sae easie won
She's na the first that the Scots hae beguil'd,
And she's still the fair flow'r o' Northumberland.
" She shanna want gowd, she shanna want fee,
Although her love was easie won;
She shanna want gowd, to gain a man wi',
And she'll still be the fair flow'r o' Northum-
berland."