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ROSE THE RED AND WHITE LILY
' O haud your tongue, my bonny boy,
For I winna be said nay; But I will gang that bow'r within, Betide me weal or wae.'
They've lighted off their milk-white steeds,
And saftly enter'd in ; And then they saw her, Rose the Red,
Nursing her bonny young son.
' Now, by the rood,' the King could say,
' This is a comely sight; I trow, instead of a forrester,
This is a lady bright! '
Then out it spake White Lilly
And fell down on her knee: k O pardon us, my gracious liege,
An' our story Til tell to thee.
' Our father was a wealthy lord,
That wonn'd in Barnesdale ; But we had a wicked step-mother,
That wrought us mickle bale.
' Yet she had twa as fu' fair sons
As ever the sun did see; An' the tane o' them lo'ed my sister dear, An' the tother said he lo'ed me.'