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EAEL UICHAED. 397
She nurs'd the Earl o' Stockford's ae dochter, And gat a' this to me." w
Whan she cam to the king's court,
She rappit wi' a ring; Sae ready was the king himsel'
To lat the lady in.
" Gude day, gude day, my liege the king, a
Gude day, gude day, to thee;" " Gude day," quo' he, " my lady fair,
What is't ye want wi' me ? "
" There is a knicht into your court,
This day has robbed me ;' " O has he tane your gowd," he says,
" Or has he tane your fee ? "
" He has na tane my gowd," she says,
" Nor yet has he my fee; But he has tane my maiden-head, as
The flow'r o' my bodie."
" O gin he be a single man,
His body I'll gie thee ; But gin he be a married man,
I'll hang him on a tree." ro
Then out bespak the queen hersel',
Wha sat by the king's knee : " There's na a knicht in a' our court
Wad hae dune that to thee, Unless it war my brither, Earl Richard, ?s
And forbid it, it war he !"