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YOUNG WATERS. 303
Young Waters came before the King,
Fell low down on his knee ; 50
" Win up, win up, young Waters, What's this I hear 0' thee ? "
" What ails the king at me, he said,
What ails the king at me ? " " It is tauld me the day, sir knight, a
Ye've done me treasonie."
Liars will lie on sell gude men,
Sae will they do on me ; I wudna wish to be the man
That liars on wudna lie." «o
Nevertheless, the king cou'd say,
" In prison Strang gang ye ; O yea for yea," the king cou'd say,
" Young Waters, ye shall die."
Syne they ha'e ta'en him, young Waters, m
Laid him in prison Strang, And left him there wi' fetters boun',
Making a heavy mane.
" Ait ha'e I ridden thro' Striveling town
Thro' heavy wind and weet; 70
But ne'er rade I thro' Striveling town Wi' fetters on my feet.
" Aft ha'e I ridden thro' Striveling town,
Thro' heavy wind and rain ; But ne'er rade I thro' Striveling town 74
But thought to ridden't again."