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CHILDE VYET. |
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From Mary Kirk to that castle,
Was spread a cloth of gold, so
To keep the lady and her maidens,
From treading on the mould.
When mass was sung, and bells were rung,
And all men bound for bed, Then Lord Ingram and Lady Maiserey, so
In one bed they were laid.
When they were laid upon their bed,
It was baith soft and warm, He laid his hand over her side,
Says he, " you are with bairn." bo
" I told you once, so did I twice,
When ye came as my wooer, That Childe Vyet, your one brother,
One night lay in my bower.
" I told you twice, so did I thrice, an
Ere ye came me to wed, That Childe Vyet, your one brother,
One night lay in my bed !"
" O will you father your bairn on me,
And on no other man ? 100
And I'll gie him to his dowry, Full fifty ploughs of land." |
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