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THE ENCHANTED RING.
A handsome lad wi' shoulders broad,
Gold yellow was his hair ; None of our Scottish youths on earth u
That with him could compare.
She thought her love was gone to sea,
And landed in Bahome ; But he was in a quiet chamber, "
Hearing his lady's moan. 20
" Why make ye all thtfmoan, lady ?
Why make ye all this moan ? For I'm deep sworn on a book,
I must go to Bahome.
" Traitors false for to subdue, as
O'er seas I'll make me boun', That have trepan'd our kind Scotchmen,
Like dogs to ding them down."
" Weell, take this ring, this royal thing, Whose virtue is unknown ; so
As king's this ring's your body on, Your blood shall ne'er be drawn.
" But if this ring shall fade or stain,
Or change to other hue, Come never mair to fair Scotland, 35
If ye're a lover true."