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And three locks o' his yellow hair: u
Bade her keep them for evermair.
When six lang months were come and gane, A courtier to this lady came.
Lord Dingwall courted this lady gay,
And so he set their wedding-day. a>
A little boy to the ha' was sent, To bring her horse was his intent.
As she was riding the way along, She began to make a heavy moan.
" What ails you, lady," the boy said, 25
" That ye seem sae dissatisfied ?
" Are the bridle reins for you too strong? Or the stirrups for you too long ? "
" But, little boy, will ye tell me, The fashions that are in your countrie ? " so
" The fashions in our ha' I'll tell, And o' them a' I'll warn you well.
" When ye come in upon the floor, His mither will meet you wi' a golden chair.
" But be ye maid, or be ye nane, 35
Unto the high seat make ye boun.
" Lord Dingwall aft has been beguil'd, By girls whom young men hae defiled. vol. 1. 19