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0 he has doen him to his ha',
To mak him bierly cheer; And in it cam a grisly ghost, is
Staed stappin' i' the fleer.
Her head hat the roof-tree o' the house, Her middle ye mat weel span; —
He's thrown to her his gay mantle;
Says, — " Ladie, hap your lingcan." a>
Her teeth was a' like teather stakes,
Her nose like club or mell; And I ken nae thing she 'pear'd to be,
But the fiend that wons in hell.
" Some meat, some meat, ye King Henry ; as
Some meat ye gie to me." " And what meat's in this house, Ladie ?
And what ha'e I to gi'e ? " " Its ye do kill your berry-brown steed,
And ye bring him here to me." »
0 whan he slew his berry-brown steed,
"Wow but his heart was sair! She ate him a' up, flesh and bane,
Left naethmg but hide and hair.
" Mair meat, mair meat, ye King Henry, as
Mair meat ye bring to me." "And what meat's in this house, Ladie?