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And still I cried, "Waken, gude master, For now is the hour and time."—
" But whare was ye, my hawks, my hawks, «
That I coft- ye sae dear, , That ye didna waken your master,
Whan ye ken'd that his love was here." —
" 0 wyte na me, now, my master dear,
I garr'd a' my young hawks sing, no
And still I cried, "Waken, gude master, For now is the hour and time." —
" Then be it sae, my wager gane! 'T will skaith frae meikle ill: For gif I had found her in bonnie broom-fields, eb 0' her heart's blude ye'd drunken your fill."
The stanzas below are from an American version of this ballad called The Green Broomjield, printed in a cheap song-book. (Graham's Illustrated Magazine, Sept. 1858.)
" Then when she went to the green broom field,
Where her love was fast asleep, With a gray goose-hawk and a green lanrel bough,
And a green broom under his feet.
" And when he awoke from ont his sleep,
An angry man was he; He looked to the East, and he looked to the West,
And he wept for his sweetheart to see.
" Oh! where was you, my gray goose-h&wk,
The hawk that I loved so dear, That you did not awake me from out my sleep,
When my sweetheart was so near! "