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YOUNG HUNTING
XXIII
They dived in at the tae water-bank,
They dived in at the tither : ' We can dive no more for Young Hunting,
Altho' he were our bather.'
XXIV
It fell that in that lady's castle '
The King was boun to bed, And out it spake the popinjay
That flew abune his head:
XXV
' Leave off, leave off, your day diving,
And dive upon the night; And where that sackless Knight lies slain
The candles will burn bright.'
XXVI
They left their diving on the day,
And dived upon the night; And over the place Young Hunting lay
The candles shone fu' bright.
XXVII
The deepest pot in Clyde Water
They got Young Hunting in, With a green turf tied across his breast
To keep that good lord down.
xxvni Then up and spake the King himsel',
When he saw the deadly wound: ' O wha has slain my right-hand man,
That held my hawk and hound ?'
sackless J innocent.
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