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KING HENKY. |
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She drank it a' up at a waught, Left na ae drap ahin'.
" A bed, a bed, now, King Henry, as
A bed ye mak to me; For ye maun pu' the heather green, And mak a bed to me."
And pu'd has he the heather green,
And made to her a bed; 70
And up he's ta'en his gay mantle, And o'er it has he spread.
" Tak aff your claiths, now, King Henry,
And lye down by my side;" " 0 God forbid," says King Henry, re
" That ever the like betide ; That ever the fiend that wons in hell, Should streek down by my side."
Whan nicht was gane, and day was come, And the sun shone thro' the ha', eo
The fairest lady that ever was seen Lay atween him and the wa\
" O weel is me!" says King Henry ; " How langll this last wi' me ? " Then out it spake that fair lady, — ss
" E'en till the day you die. |
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