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She held him fast, lat him not gae, He was her warld's maike.
And he appeared into her arms
Like to the deer sae wild; 220
She held him fast, lat him not gae, He's father o' her child.
And he appeared into her arms
Like to a silken string; She held him fast, lat him not gae, 22s
Till she saw fair mornin'.
And he appeared into her arms
Like to a naked man; She held him fast, lat him not gae,
And wi' her he's gane hame. 230
These news hae reach'd thro' a' Scotland,
And far ayont the Tay, That ladye Margaret, our king's doohter,
That nicht had gain'd her prey.
She borrowed her love at mirk midnicht, 2»
Bare her young son ere day; And though ye'd search the warld wide,
Ye'll nae find sic a may. |
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