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" Erl Eichard kens a' the fords in Clyde,
He'll ride them ane by ane; And though the night was ne'er sae mirk,
Erl Eichard will be hame."
0 it fell anes, upon a day,
The King was boun to ride ; And he has mist him, Erl Eichard,
Should hae ridden on his right side.
The ladye turn'd her round about,
Wi' mickle mournf'u' din— " It fears me sair o' Clyde water,
That he is drown'd therein."—
" Gar douk, gar douk," the King he cried,
" Gar douk for gold and fee ; 0 wha will douk for Erl Eichard's sake,
Or wha will douk for me ? "
They douked in at ae weil-heid,
And out aye at the other ; " We can douk nae mair for Erl Eichard,
Although he were our brother."
It fell that, in that ladye's castle,
The King was boun to bed ; And up and spake the popinjay,
That flew abune his head.