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Then up and raise him, Fause Foodrage,
When a' were fast asleep, And slew the porter in his lodge,
That watch and ward did keep.
O four-and-twenty silver keys
Hang hie upon a pin ; And aye, as ae door he did unlock,
He has fasten'd it him behin'.
Then up and raise him, King Honour, Says—' What means a' this din ?
Or what's the matter, Fause Foodrage, Or wha has loot you in ?'—
' O ye my errand weel sail learn,
Before that I depart.'— Then drew a knife, baith lang and sharp,
And pierced him to the heart.
Then up and got the Queen hersell, And fell low down on her knee,
' O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage! For I never injured thee.
' O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage !
Until I lighter be ! And see gin it be lad or lass,
King Honour has left me wiV—