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YOUNG HASTINGS THE GROOM. |
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(Motherwell's Minstrelsy, j>. 287.)
" 0 WELL love I to ride in a mist, And shoot in a northern wind ; And far better a lady to steal, That's come of a noble kind."
Four-and-twenty fair ladies e
Put on that lady's sheen ; ■ And as many young gentlemen Did lead her o'er the green.
Yet she preferred before them all
Him, young Hastings the Groom; 10
He 's coosten a mist before them all, And away this lady has ta'en.
He 's taken the lady on him behind, Spared neither the grass nor corn,
Till they came to the wood of Amonshaw, is Where again their loves were sworn. |
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