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140 KEMPT KATE.
Sae they scrapit her, and they scartit her,
Like the face of an assy pan, And in cam Kempy Kaye himself, 15
A clever and tall young man.
His teeth they were like tether sticks,
His nose was three feet lang; Between his shouthers was ells three,
Between his een a span. a)
" I'm coming to court your dochter dear,
An' some pairt of your gear:" " An' by my sooth," quo' Bengoleer,
" She'll sair a man o' weir.
" My dochter she's a thrifty lass; 25
She span seven year to me; An' if it war weil counted up,
Full ten wobs it would be."
He led his dochter by the han',
His dochter ben brought he; 30
" O is she not the fairest lass
That's in great Christendye ? "
Ilka hair intil her head
Was like a heather cow, And ilka louse aninder it 35
Was like a lintseed bow.
16-20. See King Henry, v. 21,22, vol. i. p. 148, and The Wee Wee Man, vol. i. p. 126, note. Also Carle of Carlile, v. 177-188, in Madden's Syr Gawayne, p. 256.
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