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YOUNG HUNTING. See p. 3.
From Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, i. 118.
Lady Maiset forth from her bower came,
And stood on her tower head ; . She thought she heard a bridle ring,
The sound did her heart guid.
She thought it was her first true love, 6
Whom she loved ance in time; But it was her new love, Hunting,
Come frae the hunting o' the hyn'.
• " Gude morrow, gude morrow, Lady Maisry,
God make you safe and free ! w
I'm come to take my last farewell, And pay my last visit to thee."
" O stay, O stay then, young Hunting,
O stay with me this night; Ye shall ha'e cheer, an' charcoal clear, u
And candles burning bright.
" Have no more Cheer, you lady fair, An hour langer for me;