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New Slain Knight 
New Slain Knight 
1 MY heart is lighter than the poll; My folly made me glad, As on my rambles I went out, Near by a garden-side. 
2 1 walked on, and farther on, Love did my heart engage; There I spied a well-faird maid, Lay sleeping near a hedge. 
3 Then I kissd her with my lips And stroked her with my hand: 'Win up, win up, ye well-faird maid, This day ye sleep oer lang. 
4 'This dreary sight that I hae seen Unto my heart gives pain; 
At the south side o your father's garden, I see a knight lies slain.' 
5 'O what like was his hawk, his hawk? Or what like was his hound? And what like was the trusty brand This new-slain knight had on? ' 
6 'His hawk and hound were from him gone, His steed tied to a tree; A bloody brand beneath his head, And on the ground lies he.' 
7 'O what like was his hose, his hose?
 And what like were his shoon? And what like was the gay clothling This new-slain knight had on?' 
8 'His coat was of the red scarlet, His waistcoat of the same; His hose were of the bonny black, And shoon laced with cordin. 
9 'Bonny was his yellow hair, For it was new combd down;' 
Then, sighing said, said the lady fair, 'I combd it late yestreen. 
10 'O wha will shoe my fu fair foot? n in the wilderness asked me Or wha will father my dear bairn, Since my love's dead and gane? ' 
11 'O I will shoe your fu fair foot, And I will glove your hand; And I'11 be father to your bairn, Since your love's dead and gane.' 
12 'I winna, father my bairn,' she said, 'Upon an unkent man; I'll father it on the King of Heaven, Since my love's dead and gene.' 
13 The knight he knackd his white fingers, The lady tore her hair; He's drawn the mask from off his face, Says, Lady, mourn nae mair. 
14 'For ye are mine, and I am thine, I see your love is true; And if I live and brook my life Ye'se never hae cause to rue.' 
Child #263 This is from Child, from Buchan contains pieces of other ballads SOF OCT98