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THE BLTJDT SEEK. |
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This hindir yeir I hard be tald,
Thair was a worthy king; Dukis, erlis, and barronis bald,
He had at his bidding. The lord was anceane and aid, s
And sexty yeiris cowth ring; He had a dochter, fair to fald,
A lusty lady ying.
Off all fairheid scho bur the flour,
And eik hir faderis air; '<>
Off lusty laitis and he honour;
Meik, bot and debonair. Scho wynnit in a bigly bour;
On fold wes none so fair; Princes luvit hir, paramour, - is
In cuntries our all quhair.
Thair dwelt a lyt besyde the king
A fowll gyane of ane; Stollin he hes the lady ying,
Away with hir is gane; 20
And kest hir in his dungering,
Quhair licht scho micht se nane; Hungir and cauld and grit thristing
Scho fand in to hir wame.
He wes the laithliest on to luk »
That on the grund mycht gang; His nailis wes lyk ane hellis cruk,
Thairwith fyve quarteris lang. Thair wes nane that he ourtuk,
In rycht or yit in wrang, so |
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