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THE OUTLAW MURRAY
His men were a' clad in the green,
The knight was armed cap-a-pie, With a bended bow, on a milkwhite steed ;
And I wot they rank'd right bonnilie.
Thereby Boyd kend he was master man,
And served him in his ain degree: ' God mote thee save, brave Outlaw Murray !
Thy ladye, and all thy chivalrie ! '— ' Marry, thou 's welcome, gentleman,
Some king's messenger thou seems to be.'—
' The King of Scotland sent me here, And, gude Outlaw, I am sent to thee;
I wad wot of whom ye hold your lands, Or man wha may thy master be ?'—
i Thir lands are mine,' the Outlaw said ;
' I own nae king in Christentie ; Frae Soudron I this forest wan,
When the King nor his knights were not to see.'—
' He desires you'll come to Edinburgh,
And hauld of him this forest free ; And, gif ye refuse to do this thing,
He'll conquess baith thy lands and thee. He hath vow'd to cast thy castle down,
And mak' a widow o' thy gay ladye ;
Soudron] Southron, English.