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She hadna pu'd a nut, a nut,
Nor broken a branch but ane, w
Till by it came a young hind chiel,
Says, " Lady, lat alane.
" 0 why pu' ye the nut, the nut, Or why brake ye the tree ? For I am forester o' this wood: u
Ye shou'd spier leave at me."
" I'll ask leave at no living man, Nor yet will I at thee ; My father is king o'er a' this realm, This wood belongs to me." a>
She hadna pu'd a nut, a nut, Nor broken a branch but three,
Till by it came him Young Akin, And gar'd her lat them be.
The highest tree in Elmond's-wood, 25
He's pu'd it by the reet; And he has built for her a bower
Near by a hallow seat-He's built a bower, made it secure
Wi' carbuncle and stane; w
Tho' travellers were never sae nigh,
Appearance it had nane.