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" I have now in Lough-leven been
The most part of these years three, iso
Yett have I never had noe outrake,
Ne no good games that I cold see.
" Therefore I'll to yond shooting wend,
As to the Douglas I have hight: Betide me weale, betide me woe, ik
He ne'er shall find my promise light."
He writhe a gold ring from his finger,
And gave itt to that gay ladle: Sayes, " It was all that I cold save,
In Harley woods where I cold bee." iso
"And wilt thou goe, thou noble lord ?
Then farewell truth and honestle, And farewell heart, and farewell hand,
For never more I shall thee see."
The wind was faire, the boatmen call'd, iss
And all the saylors were on borde ;
Then William Douglas took to his boat, And with him went that.noble lord.
Then he cast up a silver wand,
Says, " Gentle lady, fare thee well!" iro
The lady fett a sigh soe deep,
And in a dead swoone down shee fell.