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GIL MOERICE. |
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Dame, ze maun to the gude grene wod, es Before that it be late.
" Ze 're bidden tak this gay mantel,
'T is a' gowd bot the hem : Zou maun gae to the gude grene wode,
Ev'n by your sel alane. ro
" And there it is, a silken sarke, Your ain hand sewd the sleive :
Ze maun gae speik to Gill Morice ; Speir nae bauld barons leave."
The lady stamped wi' hir foot, ra
And winked wi' hir ee; But a' that she could say or do,
Forbidden he wad nae bee.
" It's surely to my bow'r-woman ;
It neir could be to me." so
" I brocht it to Lord Barnard's lady ;
I trow that ze be she."
Then up and spack the wylie nurse,
(The bairn upon hir knee) : " If it be cum frae Gill Morice, 85
It's deir welcum to mee."
" Ze leid, ze leid, ze filthy nurse,
Sae loud I heird ze lee ; I brocht it to Lord Barnard's lady;
I trow ze be nae shee." » |
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