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THE LORD OF LORN
And when he came to his father dear He kneeled down upon his knee:
' God's blessing, father, I would ask,
If Christ would grant you to give it me.'—
' Now God thee bless, my son, my heir, His servant in heaven that thou may be !
What tidings hast thou brought me, child ? Thou art comen home so hastilye.'—
' Good tidings, father, I have you brought,
Good tidings I hope it is to thee; There's never a book in all Scotland But I can read it true'lye.'
A joyed man his father was
All in the place where he did stand:
' My son, thou shalt go into France, To learn the speeches of ilka land.'
' Who shall go with him ?' said his lady;
' Husband, we have no more but he.'— ' Madam,' he saith, ' my hend steward,
For he hath been true to you and me.'
She call'd the steward to an account, A thousand pound she gave him anon;
Says, ' Steward, I'll give thee as mickle more If thou be as good to my one son.'—