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THE LORD OF LORN
' Tell me [of Scotland], thou benny child, Tel' me the truth and do not lee :
Knowest thou there the young Lord of Lorn ? He is come into France a-wooing of me.'—
' Yes, that I do, madam,' he said,
'I know that lord, yea, verilye ; The Lord of Lorn is a worthy lord,
If he were at home in his own countrye.'—
' Wilt leave thy sheep, thou bonny child, And come in service unto me ? '—
' [I thank you, madam] ; yea, forsooth, And at your bidding I will be.'
When the steward look'd upon the child He 'gan bewrail him villainouslye :
' Where wast thou born, thou vagabone ? Thou art a thief, I will prove thee.'
' Ha' done ! ha' done ! ' said the lady gay, k Peace, Lord of Lorn, I do pray thee !
Without you bear him more good will, No favour will you get of me.'
O then bespake the false steward, i Believe me or no, I tell to thee,
At Aberdonie, beyond the seas,
His father robbed thousands three.'
bewrail] rail at.