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EARL RICHARD.. |
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" Wad ye ken your fause love,
Amang a hundred men ? " " I wad," said the bonnie ladie,
" Amang five hundred and ten." so
The king made a' his merry men pass,
By ane, by twa, and three; Earl Richard us'd to be the first man,
But was hindmost man that day.
He cam hauping on ae foot, as
And winking wi' ae ee; " Ha ! ha !" cried the bonnie ladie,
" That same young man are ye."
He has pou'd out a hundred pounds,
Weel lockit in a glove ; *>
" Gin ye be a courteous may, Ye'll chose anither love."
" What care I for your hundred pounds ?
Nae mair than ye wad for mine ; What's a hundred pounds to me, as
To a marriage wi' a king!
" I'll hae nane o' your gowd,
Nor either o' your fee ; But I will hae your ain bodie,
The king has grantit me." ' ioo
" O was ye gentle gotten, maid ?
Or was ye gentle born ? Or hae ye onie gerss growin' ?
Or hae ye onie corn ? |
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