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i Of her young bairn she'll ne'er be lighter, Nor in her bower to shine the brighter:
' But she shall die and turn to clay, And you shall wed another may.'—
' Another may I'll marry nane, Another may I'll ne'er bring hame.'
But sighing says his bonnie wife, ' I wish this was an end o' my life !
' Yet gae ye unto your mither again, That vile rank witch of vilest kind.
' And say: My ladie has a steed,
The like o' him 's no in the lands of Leed.
' For at ilka tett o' that horse's mane There's a golden chess and a bell ringfng.
' This goodlie gift shall be your aln,
And let her be lighter o' her young bairn.'—
' O' her young bairn she'll ne'er be lighter, Nor in her bower to shine the brighter;
' But she shall die and turn to clay, And ye shall wed another may.'—
tett] tuft. chess] ?jess, strap.