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BUED ELLEN. 217
" O how sail I eat or drink, master, Wi' heart sae fu' o' pine ? "
But out and spak lord John's mother, ss
And a wise woman was she : " Whare met ye wi' that bonny boy,
That looks sae sad on thee ?
Sometimes his cheek is rosy red,
And sometimes deadly wan ; so
He's liker a woman big wi' bairn,
Than a young lord's serving man."
" O it makes me laugh, my mother dear,
Sic words to hear frae thee ; He is a squire's ae dearest son, «s
That for love has followed me.
" Rise up, rise up, my bonny boy, Gi'e my horse corn and hay."—
" 0 that I will, my master dear,
As quickly as I may." iw
She's ta'en the hay under her arm,
The corn intill her hand, And she's gane to the great stable,
As fast as e'er she can.
" 0 room ye round, my bonny brown steeds, 0 room ye near the wa'; wo