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250 ROBENE AND HAK.TNE.
For of my pane thou maide it play,
And all in vane I spend : no
As thou hes done, sa sail I say, Murne on, I think to mend."
" Makyne, the howp of all my heill,
My hairt on the is sett, And evir mair to tb.6 be leill, ns
Quhile I may leif but lett; Nevir to faill, as utheris faill,
Quhat grace that evir I gett." " Robene, with the' I will not deill;
Adew, for thus we mett." 120
Makyne went hame blyth anewche,
Attoure the holtis hair ; Robene murnit, and Makyne lewche ;
Scho sang, he sichit sair : And so left him, bayth wo and wreuch, laa
In dolour and in cair, Kepand his bird under a huche,
Amang the holtis hair.