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

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The king has call'd on his nobles all,
By therty and by three
Sweet William should hae been the foremost,
But the hindmost man was he.
" Do ye mind yon Shepherd's dochter,
Ye met on yonder hill,
Whan a' her flocks were feeding round,
Of her ye took your will."
Then he's tane out a purse o' gowd,
Tied up intil a glove ;
— ;
" Sae, tak ye that, fair may," he says,
" And choice for you a love."
O he's tane out three hundred pund,
Tied up intil a purse—
" See, tak ye that, fair may," be says,
" And that will pay the nurse."
" I'll neither have your gowd," she says,
Nor yet your white money,
But I will hae the king's grant,
That he has granted me."
He has tane her on a milk-white steed,
Himself upon anither,
And to his castle they hae rode,
Like sister and like blither.