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402 ROSE THE RED AND 'WHITE LILLIE.
Her luver looks her in the face,
And thus to her said he ; " I think your cheeks are pale and wan, iu
Pray, what gaes warst wi' thee ?
" O want ye roses to your breast,
Or ribbons to your sheen ? Or want ye as muckle o' dear bought Iuve
As your heart can conteen ?" 100
" I want nae roses to my breast,
Nae ribbons to my sheen; Nor want I as muckle dear bought luve
As my heart can conteen.
" I'd rather ha'e a fire behynd, ies
Anither me before; A gude midwife at my right side,
Till my young babe be bore."
/"" I'll kindle a fire wi' a flint stane,
Bring wine in a green horn ; iro
111 be midwife at your right side, Till your young babe be born."
" That was ne'er my mither's custom,
Forbid that it be mine! A knight stan' by a lady bright, m
Whan she drees a' her pine !
" There is a knight in gude greenwood,
If that he kent o' me, Thro' stock and stane and the hawthorn,
Sae soon's he wou'd come me tee." iso