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BLANCHEFLOUR AND JELLYFLORICE.
When she came in before the queen,
Fell low down on her knee ; " Service frae you, my dame, the queen,
I pray you grant it me."
" If that service ye now do want,
What station will ye be ? Can ye card wool, or spin, fair maid,
Or milk the cows to me ? "
" No, I can neither card nor spin,
Nor cows I canno' milk; But sit into a lady's bower,
And sew the seams o' silk."
" What is your name, ye comely dame ?
Pray tell this unto me : " O Blancheflour, that is my name,
Born in a strange countrie."
" O keep ye well frae Jellyflorice ;
My ain dear son is he ; When other ladies get a gift,
O' that ye shall get three."
It wasna tald into the bower,
Till it went thro' the ha', That Jellyflorice and Blancheflour
Were grown ower great witha.'
WTien the queen's maids their visits paid,
Upo' the gude Yule day, When other ladies got horse to ride,
She boud take foot and gae.