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THE BIETH OP ROBIN HOOD. 393
" What aileth my love Clementina ?
What gars you mourn sae sair ?" " Yon know," said she, " I'm with child to thee,
These eight lang months and mair."
'' Will ye gae to my mother's bower, 2'
Stands on yon stately green ? Or will ye gae to the gude greenwood,
Where ye will not be seen ? "
" I winna gang to your mother's bower,
Stands on yon stately green; so
But I will on to gude greenwood, For I will not be seen."
He's girt his sword down by his side,
Took his lady by the hand; And they are on thro' gude greenwood, 35
As fast as they could gang.
With slowly steps these couple walk'd,
About miles scarcely three ; When this lady, being sair wearied out,
Lay down beneath a tree. *>
"'0 for a few of yon junipers,
To cheer my heart again; And likewise for a gude midwife,
To ease me of my pain."
" I'll bring to you yon junipers, _ a
To cheer your heart again ; And I'll be to you a gude midwife,
To ease you of your pain." |
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