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She pat on her back her silken gown,
An' on her breast a siller pin, An' she 's ta'en her sisters by the hand,
An' to the green-wood she is gane.
They hadna wauk'd in the bonny green-wood,
Na no an hour but barely ane, Till up start Willie, her ain true love,
Wha frae her sisters has her ta'en.
An' he has kiss'd her sisters six, An' he has sent them hame again,
But he has keepit his ain true love,
Savin' ' We'll wauk the woods our lane.'
They hadna wauk'd in the bonnie green-wood
Na no an hour but barely ane, Till up start fifteen o' the bravest outlaws
That ever bare either blood or bane.
xm Then up bespake the foremost knight,—
An' O but he spake angrily : Says, ' Yield to me thy ladye bright,
This night shall wauk the woods wi' me.'—
' I like her weel, my ladye bright, And O my life but it lies me near!
But before I lose my ladye bright I'll rather lose my life sae dear.'