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Then he has sent a messenger Right quietly thro' the land,
For four-and-twenty armed men To ride at his command.
The bridegroom from a high window Beheld baith dale and down,
And there he spied her first fere love Cam' riding to the toun.
She scoffed and she scorned him
Upon her weddin'-day, And said it was the Fairy Court
He saw in sic array!
When a' were at the dinner set, Drinking the blude-red wine,
In cam' the Laird o' Lamington The bridegroom 'should hae been..
' O come ye here to fight, young lord ?
Or come ye here to play ? Or come ye here to drink good wine
Upon the weddin'-day ?'—
' I come na here to fight,' he said
' I come na here to play; I'll but lead a dance wi' the bonny bride,
And mount and go my way.' 39^