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EARL RICHARD. 11
" I will not light, I cannot light,
I cannot light at all; A fairer lady than ten of thee is
Is waiting at Richard's-wall."
He stooped from his milk-white steed,
To kiss her rosy cheek ; She had a penknife in her hand,
And wounded him so deep. 20
" O lie ye there, Earl Richard," she says, " 0 lie ye there till morn ; A fairer lady than ten of me
Will think lang of your coming home."
She called her servants ane by ane, 25
She called them twa by twa : " I have got a dead man in my bower,
I wish he were awa."
The ane has ta'en him by the hand,
And the other by the feet; 30
And they've thrown him in a deep draw well, Full fifty fathoms deep.
Then up bespake a little bird,
That sat upon a tree : " Gae hame, gae hame, ye fause lady, 33
And pay your maids their fee."