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THE OUTLAW MURRAY. 27
Mony o' his nobilis sail be cauld, 105
Their ladyes sail be right wearie."
Then spak his ladye, feir of face, She seyd, " Without consent of me,
That an Outlaw suld come befor a King;
I am right rad of treasonrie. no
Bid him be gude to his lordis at hame, For Edinburgh my lord sail nevir see."
James Boyd tuik his leave o' the Outlaw kene,
To Edinburgh boun is he; "When James he cam before the King, 113
He knelit lowlie on his kne.
" Welcum, James Boyd!" seyd our nobil King;
"What foreste is Ettricke Foreste frie ?" " Ettricke Foreste is the feirest foreste
That evir man saw wi' his ee. 120
" There's the dae, the rae, the hart, the hynde, And of a' wild bestis grete plentie;
There's a pretty castell of lyme and stane, O gif it standis not pleasauntlie !
" There's in the fore front o' that castell, 125
Twa unicorns, sae bra' to see; There's the picture of a knight, and a ladye bright,
Wi' the grene hollin abune their brie.