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Sayes, ' O put off thy smocke of silke, For some and all shall goe with me ;
Unto my owne ladye I will it beare,
That dwells soe far in a strange countrye.'—
Sayes, ' O remember, Yonge Andrew,
Once of a woman you were borne ; And for the birth that Marye bore
I pray you let my smocke be upon ! '—
xv Sayes, ' Yes, fayre ladye I know it well,
Once of a woman I was borne ; Yet for noe birth that Marye bore
Thy smocke shall not be left upon.'
But then she put off her headgeare fine—
She had billaments worth a hundred pound—'
The hayre was upon that bonny wench' head Cover'd her bodye downe to the ground.
Then he pull'd forth a Scottish brand,
And held it there in his owne right hand ;
Sayes, i Whether wilt dye upon my sword's point, Or thou wilt goe naked home againe ?'—
6 life is sweet,' then, ' Sir,' said she,
' Therefore I pray you leave me with mine;
Before I wo'ld dye on your sword's point I had rather goe naked home againe.