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

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Till up started the Hynde Etin,
Says, " Lady ! let thae alane."
"Mulberry wuds are a' my ain,
My father gied them me,
To sport and play whan I thought lang,
And they sail na be tane by thee."
And ae she pu'd the tither berrie,
Na thinking o' the skaith;*
And said, " To wrang ye, Hynde Etin,
I wad be unco laith."f
But he has tane her by the yellow locks,
And tied her till a tree,
And said, " For slichting my commands,
An ill death sail ye dree."
He pu'd a tree out o' the wud,
The biggest that was there;
And he howkit^: a cave monie fathoms deep,
And put May Marg'ret there.
* Skaith—harm, f Unco laith—very loth. \ Howkit—dug.