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THE LORD OF LORN
Then hand in hand the steward her took, And plight that lady his troth alone,
That she should be his married wife,
And he would make her the Lady of Lorn.
xxxir The lady would see the roebuck run
Up hills and dales and the forest free, When she was 'ware of a shepherd's boy
Was tending sheep on a lonely lee.
And ever he sigh'd and made his moan
[Unto himself] most pitifullye, ' My father is the Lord of Lorn,
And knows not what's become of me i
O then bespake the lady gay
And to her maid she spake anon, ' Go fetch me hither yon shepherd's boy :
I'll know why he doth make his moan.
But when he came to that lady fair
He fell down low upon his knee ; He was [of birth and] so brought up
He needed not to learn courtesye.
' What is thy name ? Where wast thou born ?
For whose sake makest thou this moan ?'— i I am Poor Disaware, in Scotland born,
And I mourn one dead these years agone.J— •