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154 COSPATBICK. |
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But gif o' that ye be na sure,
Then hire some damsell o' your bour."—
The ladye's call'd her bour maiden, That waiting was into her train; " Five thousand merks I'll gie to thee, 85
To sleep this night with my lord for me."—
When bells were rung, and mass was sayne, And a' men unto bed were gane, Cospatrick and the bonny maid, Into a chamber they were laid. «
" Now, speak to me, blankets, and speak to me, bed, And speak, thou sheet, enchanted web ; And speak up, my bonny brown sword, that
winna lie, Is this a true maiden that lies by me ? "—
" It is not a maid that you hae wedded, «
But it is a maid that you hae bedded ; It is a leal maiden that lies by thee, But not the maiden that it should be."—
0 wrathfully he left the bed,
And wrathfully his claes on did; ro
And he has ta'en him through the ha',
And on his mother he did ca.' |
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