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LADY MARGAKET. 393
" He's Hker a woman gret wi' bairn, Than onie waiting-man."
" It's ye'll rise up, my bonnie boy,
And gie my steed the hay :"— " O that I will, my dear master, 74
As fast as I can gae."
She took the hay aneath her arm,
The corn intil her hand; But atween the stable door and the staw,
Lady Marg'ret made a stand. so
" O open the door, Lady Margaret,
O open and let me in; I want to see if my steed be fed,
Or my grey hounds fit to rin."
" I'll na open the door, Lord John," she said, es
" I'll na open it to thee, Till ye grant to me my ae request,
And a puir ane it's to me.
" Yell gie to me a bed in an outhouse, For my young son and me, so
And the meanest servant in a' the place, To wait on him and me."
" I grant, I grant, Lady Marg'ret," he said,
" A' that, and mair frae me, The very best bed in a' the place
To your young son and thee : w
And my mither, and my sister dear,
To wait on him and thee.