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have nothing to add, but that, in this, and a thousand other instances, they accurately coincide with my personal knowledge."—Scott.
Notwithstanding the authority of Scott and Leyden, I am inclined to agree with Mr. Aytoun, {Ballads of Scotland, ii. 1,) that this ballad is a modern imitation, or if not that, a comparatively recent composition. It is with reluctance that I make for it the room it requires.
Theke lived a king in southern land,
King Edward hight his name ; Unwordily he wore the crown,
Till fifty years were gane.
He had a sister's son o's ain, s
Was large of blood and bane ; And afterward, when he came up,
Young Edward hight his name.
One day he came before the king,
And kneel'd low on his knee— 10
" A boon, a boon, my good uncle,
I crave to ask of thee !
"At our lang wars, in fair Scotland,
I fain hae wish'd to be; If fifteen hundred waled wight men u
You'll grant to ride wi' me."
" Thou sail hae thae, thou sail hae mae ; I say it sickerlie ; |
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