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

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"Now rest ye there, ye saucie May,
My wuds are free for thee
And gif I tak ye to mysell,
The better ye'll like me."
Na rest, na rest, May Marg'ret took,
Sleep she got never nane;
Her back lay on the cauld, cauld floor.
Her head upon a stane.
" O tak me out," May Marg'ret cried,
O tak me hame to thee;
And I sail be your bounden page
Until the day I dee."
He took her out o' the dungeon deep,
And awa wi' him she's gane;
But sad was the day an earl's dochter
Gaed hame wi' Hynde Etin.
It fell out ance upon a day,
Hynde Etin's to the hunting gane;
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