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

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And swiftly he rade to the bonny broom-fielcis,
Wi' his hawks, like a lord or knicht.
; Now rest, now rest, my bonnie grey steed,
My lady will soon be here;
And I'll lay my head aneath this rose sae red,
And the bonnie burn* sae near."
But sound, sound, was the sleep he took,
For he slept till it was noon;
And his lady cam at day, left a taikenf and away,
Gaed as licht as a glints o' the moon.
She strawed the roses on the ground,
Threw her mantle on the brier, §
And the belt around her middle sae jimp,
As a taiken that she'd been there.
The rustling leaves flew round his head,
And rous'd him frae his dream;
He saw by the roses, and mantle sae green,
That his love had been there and was gane.
* Burn—rivulet.
-J- Taiken—token. \ Glint—glance.
§ Brier—briar.