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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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THE OUTLAW MURRAY
LIX
' Siccan like mercy sail ye have;
On gallows ye sail hangit be ! ' ' Over God's forbode,' quoth the Outlaw then,
' I hope your grace will better be! Else, ere you come to Edinburgh port,
I trow thin guarded sail ye be.
LX
Thir lands of Ettrick Forest fair, I wan them from the enemie ; Like as I wan them, sae will I keep them, Contrair a' kings in Christentie.,
LXI
All the nobles the King about,
Said pity it were to see him dee. i Yet grant me mercy, sovereign prince,
Extend your favour unto me !
LXII
' I'll give thee the keys of my castell, Wi' the blessing o' my gay ladye,
Gin thou'lt make me sheriff of this forest, And a' my offspring after me.'
LXIII
' Wilt thou give me the keys of thy castell, Wi' the blessing of thy gay ladye ?
I'se make thee sheriff of Ettrick Forest, Surely while upward grows the tree ;
If you be not traitor to the King, Forfaulted sail thou never be.'
siccan] such. Forfaulted] forfeited.
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