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KING MALCOLM AND SIR COLTIN.
Then gently did she bear the bread,
Her page did carry the wine, And set a table at his bed; —
" Sir Colvin, rise and dine." so
" O well love I the wine, lady,
Come frae your lovely hand; But better love I your fair body,
Than all fair Scotland's strand."
" O hold your tongue now, Sir Colvin, 23
Let all your folly be ; My love must be by honour won,
Or nane shall enjoy me.
" But on the head o' Elrick's hill,
Near by yon sharp hawthorn, so
Where never a man with life e'er came,
Sin our sweet Christ was born;—
" O ye'll gang there and walk a' night,
And boldly blaw your horn ; With honour that ye do return, 35
Ye'll marry me the morn."
Then up it raise him, Sir Colvin,
And dress'd in armour keen; And he is on to Elrick's hill,
Without light of the meen. *i
At midnight mark the meen upstarts;
The knight walk'd up and down; While loudest cracks o' thunder roar'd,
Out ower the bent sae brown.