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" Then tak ye tent now, Gib, my man, «
My bidden for to dee ; And, but an ye wauken me in time,
Ye sail be hangit hie.
" Whan day has dawen, and cocks hae crawen, And wappit their wings sae wide, »
I'm bidden gang till yon lady's bower, And streek me by her side."
" Gae hame to your bed, my good master;
Ye've waukit, I fear, o'er lang ; For I'll wauken you in as good time, «s
As ony cock i' the land."
He's taen his harp intill his hand,
He harpit and he sang, Until he harpit his master asleep,
Syne fast awa did gang. co
And he is till that lady's bower,
As fast as he could rin ; When he cam till that lady's bower,
He chappit at the chin.
" O wha is this," says that lady, es
" That opens nae and comes in ? "
" It's I, Glenkindie, your ain true lovej O open and lat me in! "
64, at the chin. Sic.