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GIL MORRICE. |
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" The baron he is a man of might,
He neir could bide to taunt; As ze will see, before it's nicht, «
How sma' ze hae to vaunt
" And sen I maun zour errand rin
Sae sair against my will, I 'se mak a vow and keip it trow,
It sail be done for ill." so
And quhen he came to broken brigue,
He bent his bow and swam; And quhen he came to grass growing,
Set down his feet and ran.
And quhen he came to Barnard's ha', »
Would neither chap nor ca'; Bot set his bent bow to his breist,
And lichtly lap the wa'.
He wauld nae tell the man his errand, Though he stude at the gait; a
Bot straiht into the ha' he cam, Quhair they were set at meit.
" Hail! hail! my gentle sire and dame ! My message winna waite ;
61-58. A familiar commonplace in ballad poetry. See Guide Vyet, Lady Maisry, Lord Barnaby, &o. VOL. II. 3 |
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