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" As we came frae the hynd hunting,
"We heard fine music ring:" " My blessings on you, my bonny boy,
I wish I'd been there my lane."
He's ta'en his mither by the hand, ss
His six brithers also, And they are on thro' Elmond's-wood,
As fast as they coud go.
They wistna weel where they were gaen, Wi' the stratlins o' their feet; w
They wistna weel where they were gaen, Till at her father's yate.
" I hae nae money in my pocket, But royal rings hae three ; I'll gie them you, my little young son, »5 And ye'll walk there for me.
" Ye'll gi'e the first to the proud porter, And he will lat you in ; Yell gi'e the next to the butler boy,
And he will show you ben; 100
97. The regular propitiation for the "proud porter" of ballad poetry. See, e. g., King Arthur and the King of CornÂwall, in the Appendix, v. 49: also the note to King Estmere, vol. iii. p. 172. |
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