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' Mair meat, mair meat, ye King Henry, Mair meat ye gie to me !'—
' An' what meat's in this house, ladye,
That ye're not welcome tae ?'— ' O do ye kill your gay goss-hawks An' bring them a' to me.'
O whan he fell'd his gay goss-hawks,
Wow but his heart was sair! She 's ate them a' up, skin an' bane,
Left naethin' but feathers bare.
' Some drink, some drink, now, King Henry,
Some drink ye bring to me! l— ' O what drink's in this house, ladye,
That ye're not welcome tae ?'— k O ye sew up your horse's hide,
An' bring in drink to me.'
xiv O he 's sew'd up the bluidy hide,
A puncheon o' wine put in; She 's drunk it a' up at a waught,
Left na ae drap ahin'.
xv ' A bed, a bed, now King Henry, A bed ye'se mak' to me! '—
' An' what's the bed in this house, ladye,
That ye're not welcome tae ?'—
waught] draught. ahin'l behind.