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THE LORD OF LORN
' Sing on thy song, then, to thy gelding,
And so thy oath shall saved be.'— But when he told his horse the tale, O the lady wept full tenderlye.
She sent in for her father the Duke:
' O sick I am, and like to dee ! Put off my wedding, father,' she said,
k For the love of God, these monthes three.'
The lady she did write a letter
Full speedily with her own hand ;
She has sent it to the Lord of Lorn Wheras he dwelt in fair Scotland.
When the Lord of Lorn had read the lettei His lady wept, Lord ! bitterlye ;
'Peace, Lady of Lorn, for Christ his love ! And wroken upon him I will be.'
The old lord call'd up his merry men, And all that he gave cloth and fee,
With seven lords to ride beside him, And into the land of France rides he.
The wind was good, and they did sail Five hundred men into France land,
Till they were 'ware of the Heir of Lorn, Stood with a porter's staff in 's hand.
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