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A BOUT Yule, when the wind blew And the round tables began,
O there is come to our King's court Mony a well-favor'd man.
II The Queen luikt owre the castle-wa'
Beheld baith dale and down, And there she saw Young Waters
Come riding to the town.
in His footmen they did rin before,
His horsemen rade behind; Ane mantel of the burning gowd
Did keip him frae the wind.
Gowden-graith'd his horse before,
And siller-shod behind; The horse Young Waters rade upon
Was fleeter than the wind.
v Out then spak' a wylie lord,
Unto the Queen said he : ' O tell me wha 's the fairest face
Rides in the company ?'—
' I've sene lord, and I've sene laird,
And knights of high degree, Bot a fairer face than Young Waters' Mine eyne did never see.'