A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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And whan he cam to broken brigg,
He bent his bow and swam
And whan he cam to grass growing.
Set down his feet and ran.
And when he cam to Barnai'd's yeat, *
Would neither chap nor ca',
But set his bent bow to his breist.
And lichtly lap the wa'.
He wald nae tell the man his errand.
Though he stude at the yeat
But strait into the ha' he cam,
Whar they were set at meat.
*' Hail I hail ! my
My message winna wait
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gentle sire and dame !
Dame, ye maun to the gude grene wode.
Before that it be late.
'' Ye're bidden tak this gay mantel,
*Tis a gowd but the hem :
Ye maun gae to the gude grene wode,
Ein by yoursel alane,
'' And there it is a silken sarke.
Your ain hand sew'd the sleive:
Ye maun gae speak to Gil Morrice
Speir nae bauld baron's leave."
The lady stamped wi' hir foot.
And winked wi' hir e'e
But a' that she cou'd say or do.
Forbidden he wad nae be.
* Gate.
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