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O quickly ran he down the stair, And whan he saw 't was shee,
He kindly took her in his arms, And kiss'd her tenderly.
' O hae ye forgotten, Young Bekie,
The vow ye made to me, Whan I took you out o' the prison strong, Whan ye was condemn'd to die ?
' I gae you a steed was good in need,
An' a saddle o' royal bone, A leash o' hounds o' ae litter,
An' Hector called one.'
It was well kent what the lady said,
That it wasnae a lee, For at ilka word the lady spake,
The hound fell at her knee.
xxxv ' Tak hame, tak hame your daughter dear,
A blessing gae her wi' ! For I maun marry my Burd Isbel,
That's come o'er the sea to me.'
' Is this the custom o' your house,
Or the fashion o' your Ian', To marry a maid in a May morning
An' to send her back at even ?'