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ROSE THE BED, AND WHITE LILLY. 181'
Then out an' spake the king himsell,
Says, "Arthur, look and see, no
Gin yon be not your favourite page, That leans against yon tree."
0 Arthur's ta'en a bugle-horn, And blawn a blast sae shrill;
Sweet Willie started to her feet, iw
And ran him quickly till.
" 0 wanted ye your meat, Willie,
Or wanted ye your fee ? Or gat ye e'er an angry word,
That ye ran awa frae me ? " iso
" I wanted nought, my master dear ; To me ye aye was good:
1 cam to see my ae brother, That wons in this grene-wood."
Then out bespake the King again,— m
" My boy, now tell to me, Who dwells into yon bigly bour,
Beneath yon green aik tree ? "
" 0 pardon me," said sweet Willy,
" My liege, I darena tell; iso
And gangna near yon outlaw's bour,
For fear they suld you kill." |
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