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THE HIEEMAN CHIEL.
He took the lady in his arms,
Embraced her tenderlie, And thrice he kiss'd her rosy lips
Under the green wood tree. is*
" Hold off your hands, young man, I pray;
I wonder much at thee; The man that holds my father's plow,
To lay his hands on me."
" No harm I mean, my winsome dame, iss
No impudence at a'; I never laid a hand on you
Till your libertie I saw."
" It is a dark and dismal night, no
The dew is falling down; I will go home, least I should spoil
My cap and satin gown."
" If you are wearied so soon,
Why did ye tryst me here ? " 145
" I would not weary with you, my dear,
Tho this night were a year."
When morning beams began to peep
Among the branches green, The lovers rose, and part to meet, "»
And tell their tale again.
" Ye will go home unto the plow,
Where often ye hae been; I'll tak my mantle folded up,
And walk i the garden green. is;