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

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She has kilted* up her green claithing,
A little below the knee,
And she has gane to the king's court,
As fast as she could hie.
And whan she cam unto the king,
She knelt low on her knee;
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There is a man into your court,
This day has robbed me."
Has he robbed ye o' your gowd,
Or of your white money,-]-
Or robbed ye o' the flow'ry branch,
The flow'r of your bodie."
He has na robb'd me of my gowd,
Nor of my white money;
But he's robb'd me o' the flow'ry branch,
The flow'r of my bodie."
O gin he be a bondsman,
High hangit sail he be
But gin he be a freeman,
He sail weel provide for thee."
* Kilted—tucked. f White Money—silver.
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