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46 FAUSE FOODRAGE.
" 0 gin I be King Honour's son, 125
By our Ladye I swear, This night I will that traitor slay,
And relieve my mother dear ! "—
He has set his bent bow to his breast,
And leaped the castell wa'; 130
And soon he has seized on Fause Foodrage, Wha loud for help 'gan ca\
" O haud your tongue, now, Fause Foodrage,
Frae me ye shanna flee ;"— Syne pierced him through the fause, fause heart, isi
And set his mother free.
And he has rewarded "Wise William
Wi' the best half o' his land ; And sae has he the turtle dow
Wi' the truth o' his right hand. 1*0