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Sae Rosmer took her sister-son,
Set him upon his knee ; He clappit him sae luifsomely, n
He turned baith blue and blae.
And up and spak she, Svane lyle;
" Sir Rosmer, ye're nae to learn
That your ten fingers arena sma,
To clap sae little a bairn." so
There was he till, the fifthen year, He green'd for hame and land: " Help me now, sister Svane lyle, To be set on the white sand."
It was proud Lady Svane lyle, ss
Afore Rosmer can stand: " This younker sae lang in the sea has been, He greens for hame and land."
" Gin the younker sae lang in the sea has been, And greens for hame and land, so
Then I'll gie him a kist wi' goud, Sae fitting till his hand."
" And will ye gi'e him a kist wi' goud, Sae fitting till his hand ? Then hear ye, my noble heartis dear, 95
Ye bear them baith to land."
Then wrought proud Lady Svane lyle
What Rosmer little wist; For she's tane out the goud sae red,
And laid hersel i' the kist. 100