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the provost's dochter. 293
Whan they cam to the Scottish corss,
A may's love whiles is easie won ! " Ye brazen-faced hure, licht aff o' my horse,
And go, get ye back to Northumberland." 20
Whan they cam to the Scottish muir,
A may's love whiles is easie won I " Get aff o' my horse, ye brazen-fac'd hure,
So, go, get ye back to Northumberland."
" O pity on me! 0 pity! " said she, as
" O that my love was so easie won ! Have pity on me, as I had upon thee,
Whan I lows'd ye out o' prison Strang."
" 0 how can I hae pity on thee ?
O why was your love sae easie won ? 30
Whan I hae a wife and children three,
Mair worthy than a' in Northumberland."
" Cook in your kitchen I will be,—
O that my love was sae easie won ! And serve your lady maist reverentlie, 35
For I darna gang back to Northumberland."
" Cook in my kitchen, ye sail not be,—
Why was your love so easie won ? For I will hae na sic servants as thee,
So, get ye back to Northumberland." 40
But laith was he the lassie to tyne,
A may's love whiles is easie won ! He hired an auld horse, and fee'd an auld man,
To carry her back to Northumberland.