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190 YOUNG HASTINGS THE GROOM.
And they have lived in that wood
Full many a year and day, And were supported from time to time,
By what he made of prey. »
And seven bairns, fair and fine,
There she has born to him, And never was in good church door,
Nor never gat good kirking.
Once she took harp into her hand, 25
And harped them asleep; Then she sat down at their couch side,
And bitterly did weep.
Said, " Seven bairns have I born now
To my lord in the ha'; 30
I wish they were seven greedy rats, To run upon the wa',
And I mysel' a great grey cat, To eat them ane an' a'.
" For ten long years now I have lived ss
Within this cave of stane, And never was at good church door, Nor got no good churching."
O then outspak her eldest child,
And a fine boy was he,— »