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YOUNG CHILD DYKING. 269
In Rosen-wood they turn'd about
To pray their bridal prayer; »
" Good night and joy, Sir Magnus !
For us ye'll see nae mair." His leave, fyc.
Sae rode he to the green wood,
And o'er the meadow green, Till he came to his mither's bower, is
Ere folks to bed were gane. His leave, Sfc.
Out came proud Lady Metelild,
In menevair sae free ; She welcom'd him, Child Dyring,
And his young bride him wi\ 100
His leave, Sfc.
Now joys attend Child Dyring,
Sae leal but and sae bold ; He's ta'en her to his ain castell,
His bride-ale there to hold. His leave the page takes to-day frae his master.