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GIL MORRICE. |
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Then up and spack the bauld baron,
An angry man was hee; He 's tain the table wi' his foot,
Sae has he wi' his knee, Till siller cup and ezer dish 95
In flinders he gard flee.
" Gae bring a robe of zour eliding,
That hings upon the pin ;• And I '11 gae to the gude grene wode,
And speik wi' zour lemman." u»
" 0 bide at hame, now, Lord Barnard,
I warde ze bide at hame; Neir wyte a man for violence,
That neir wate ze wi' nane."
Gil Morice sate in gude grene wode, 105
He whistled and he sang : " 0 what mean a' the folk coming ?
My mother tarries lang."
The baron came to the grene wode,
Wi' mickle dule and care ; no
And there he first spied Gill Morice Kameing his zellow hair.
109 His hair was like the threeds of gold Drawne frae Minerva's looms; His lipps like roses drapping dew; His breath was a' perfume. |
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96, mazer. |
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