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' O where will I get a little boy,
That will win hose and shoon, To rin sae fast to Darlinton,
And bid Fair Eleanor come ?'
Then up and spake a little boy,
That wad win hose and shoon, i O I'll away to Darlinton,
And bid Fair Eleanor come.'
O he has run to Darlinton,
And tirled at the pin ; And wha was sae ready as Eleanor's sel'
To let the bonny boy in ?
' Your gude-mother's made ye a rare dinour,
She's made it baith gude and fine ; Your gude-mother 's made ye a gay dinour,
And ye maun come till her and dine.'
It's twenty lang miles to Sillertoun town,
The langest that ever were gane ; But the steed it was wight, and the ladye was light.
And she cam' linkin' in.
But when she came to Sillertoun town,
And into Sillertoun ha', The torches were burning, the ladies were mourning,
And they were weeping a'.