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And she has taken the bloody head And kiss'd it, cheek and chin :
' I was once as full o' Childe Maurice As the hip is o' the stane.
'1 got him in my mother's bower
Wi' mickle sin and shame; I brought him up in the good greenwood
Under the shower and rain.'
And she has taken her Childe Maurice And kiss'd him, mouth and chin:
i O better I love my Childe Maurice Than all my royal kin! '
' Woe be to thee! ' John Steward he said, And a woe, woe man was he;
- For if you had told me he was your son He had never been slain by me.'
Says, ' Wicked be my merry men all, I gave meat, drink and cloth !
But could they not have holden me When I was in all that wrath ??