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" I weird ye to a fiery beast,
And relieved sail ye never be, m
Till Kempion, the kingis son,
Cum to the crag, and thrice kiss thee."—
0 meikle dolour did she dree,
And aye the salt seas o'er she swam ;
And far mair dolour did she dree u
On Estmere crags, when she them clamb.
And aye she cried for Kempion,
Gin he would but come to her hand :
Now word has gane to Kempion,
That sicken a beast was in bis land. 20
" Now, by my sooth," said Kempion, " This fiery beast I'll gang and see."—
" And by my sooth," said Segramour, " My ae brother, I'll gang wi' thee."
Then bigged hae they a bonny boat, 21
And they hae set her to the sea;
But a mile before they reach'd the shore, Around them she gar'd the red fire flee.
cliffs of Northumberland, in opposition to Westmoreland, we may bring our scene of action near Bamborough, and thereby almost identify the tale of Kempion with that of the Laidley Worm of Spindleston, to which it bears so strong a resemblance.—Scott. But why should we seek to do this ?