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74 CHILDE VTET. |
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" I'd rather be Childe Vyet's wife,
With him to beg my bread, Before I'd be Lord Ingram's wife, m
To wear the gold so red.
" "Where will I get a bonny boy,
Will win gold to his fee, Will run unto Childe Vyet's ha',
With this letter from me ? " «
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" 0 here, I am the boy," says one,
" Will win gold to my fee, And carry away any letter,
To Childe Vyet from thee."
And when he found the bridges broke, «
He bent his bow and swam ; And when he found the grass growing,
He hasten'd and he ran.
And when he came to Vyet's castle,
He did not knock nor call, s>
But set his bent bow to his breast, And lightly leaped the wall;
And ere the porter open'd the gate, The boy was in the hall.
The first line that Childe Vyet read, «
A grieved man was he; |
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