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TOUNG AKIN. |
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" Win up, win up, now young Akin, Win up, and boun wi' me ; We're messengers come from the court; The king wants you to see."
" 0 lat him take frae me my head, Or hang me on a tree; For since I've lost my dear lady, Life's no pleasure to me."
" Your head will nae be touch'd, Akin, Nor hang'd upon a tree : Your lady's in her father's -court, And all he wants is thee."
When he came in before the king,
Fell low down on his knee:
" Win up, win up now, young Akin,
This day ye'se dine wi' me."
But as they were at dinner set, The boy asked a boun ; " I wish we were in the good church, For to get christendoun.
" We ha'e lived in guid green wood This seven years and ane ; But a' this time since e'er I mind, Was never a church within." |
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