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s At kirk and market when we meet,
We'll dare make nae avowe, But—" Dame, how does my gay goss-hawk r
u Madame, how does my dow ?"
xxv When days were gane, and years came on,
Wise William he thought lang ; And he has ta'en King Honour's son
A-hunting for to gang.
It sae fell out, at this hunting,
Upon a simmer's day, That they came by a fair castell,
Stood on a sunny brae.
' O dinna ye see that bonny castell,
Wis halls and towers sae fair ? Gin ilka man had back his ain,
Of it you suld be heir.'—
' How I suld be heir of that castell,
In sooth, I canna see ; For it belangs to Fause Foodrage,
And he is na kin to me.'—
' O gin ye suld kill him, Fause Foodrage, You would do but what was right;
For I wot he kill'd your father dear, Or ever ye saw the light.