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And he has tain Gill Morice up,
Laid him across his steid, ia>
And brocht him to his painted bowr,
And laid him on a bed.
The lady sat on castil wa',
Beheld baith dale and doun ; And there she saw Gill Morice' head w
Cum trailing to the toun.
" Far better I be that bluidy head,
Bot and that zellow hair, Than Lord Barnard, and a' his lands,
As they lig here and thair." i«
And she has tain her Gill Morice, And kissd baith mouth and chin:
" I was once as fow of Gill Morice, As the hip is o' the stean.
" I got ze in my father's house, i«
Wi' mickle sin and shame; I brocht thee up in gude green wode,
Under the heavy rain.
" Oft have I by thy cradle sitten,
And fondly seen thee sleip ; wo
Bot now I gae about thy grave,
The saut tears for to weip."