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SIR ROLAND. 225 |
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She hadna ridden a mile o' gate,
Never a mile but ane, so
Whan she was aware of a tall young man,
Slow riding o'er the plain.
She turned her to the right about,
Then to the left turn'd she ; But aye, 'tween her and the wan moonlight, ss
That tall knight did she see.
And he was riding burd alane,
On a horse as black as jet; But tho' she followed him fast and fell,
No nearer could she get, 40
" 0 stop ! 0 stop ! young man," she said,
" For I in dule am dight; 0 stop, and win a fair lady's luve,
If you be a leal true knight."
But nothing did the tall knight say, «
And nothing did he blin ; Still slowly rode he on before,
And fast she rade behind.
She whipped her steed, she spurred her steed, Till his breast was all a foam ; so
But nearer unto that tall young knight, By Our Ladye, she could not come. vol. 1. 16 |
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