A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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The Queen she trippet doun the stair.
And down she gade rictrt mournfullie ;
*^ It's a' the monie in fair Scotland,,
Winna buy the lyfe of Ochiltrie,"
Lady Margaret tore her yellow hair,
VVhen as the Queen told her the same
*' I'll tak a knife and end my life,
And be in the grave as soon as him."
" Ah na, fie na," quoth the Queen,
" Fie na, fie na, this maunna be
I'll set ye yet on a better way
To loose and set Ochiltrie frie.
The Queen she slippet up the stair.
And she gade up richt privatlie.
And she has stoun the prison-keys.
And gane and set Ochiltrie frie.
And she's glen him a purse of gowd.
And another of white monie
She's gien him twa pistols by's side.
Saying to him, " Shute when ye win frie."
And when he cam to the Queen's window,
Whaten a joyfou shute gae he
*' Peace be to our royal Queen,
And peace be in her companie."
" O whaten a voice is that ?" quoth the King,
'^ Whaten a voice is that?" quoth he,
** Whaten a voice is that ?" quoth the King,
'' I think it's the voice of Ochiltrie.
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