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294 the provost's dochter.
Whan she cam her father afore, *5
A may's love whiles is easie won 1 She fell at his feet on her knees sae low,—
She was the fair flow'r o' Northumberland.
" O dochter, dochter, why was ye bauld,
O why was your love sae easie won ! so
To be a Scot's hure in your fifteen year auld, And ye the fair flow'r o' Northumberland!"
Her mother on her sae gentlie smil'd,— " O that her love was sae easie won !
She's na the first that the Scots hae beguil'd, m And she's still the fair flow'r o' Northumberland.
" She shanna want gowd, she shanna want fee,
Although her love was easie won; She shanna want gowd to gain a man wi',
And she'll still be the fair flow'r o' Northumberland." w