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178 ROSE THE BED, AND WHITE LILLY.
"When days were gane, and months were come,
The ladye was sad and wan ; And aye she cried for a bour woman,
For to wait her upon. 100
Then up and spake him, Brown Robin, "And what needs this ? " quo' he ;
" Or what can woman do for you, That canna be done by me ? "
" 'Twas never my mothers fashion," she said, 105
" Nor shall it e'er be mine, That belted knights should e're remain
While Iadyes dree'd their pain.
" But gin ye take that bugle-horn,
And wind a blast sae shrill, no
I hae a brother in yonder court,
"Will come me quickly till."
" O gin ye hae a brother on earth,
That ye lo'e mair than me, Ye may blow the horn yoursell," he says, m
" For a blast I winna gie."
She's ta'en the bugle in her hand, And blawn baith loud and shrill;
Sweet "William started at the sound,
And came her quickly till. 120 |
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