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i6. King Henry
L ET never a man a wooing wend jThat lacketh thingis three ; A routh o' gold, an open heart And fu' o' courtesve.
II As this I speak of King Henry,
For he lay burd-alone; An' he's doen him to a jelly hunt's ha'
Was seven mile frae a town.
He 's chased the deer down him before,
An' the roe down by the den, Till the fattest buck in a' the flock
King Henry he has slain.
O he has doen him to his ha'
To make him bierly cheer; An' in it came a griesly ghost
Steed stappin' i' the fleer.
Her head hat the roof-tree o' the house,
Her middle ye weel mot span ; He 's thrown to her his gay mantle,
Says, ' Lady, hap your lingcan.'
routh] plenty. burd-alone] lone as a maid. jelly] jolly,
jovial. bierly] stout, handsome. fleer] floor. hat] hit.
mot] might. hap] cover. lingcan^jr lycam] body. 64