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266 YOUNG CHILD DXRING.
It was the young Child Dyre rode
Alone along the strand ; The bridle was of the red gold
That glitter'd in his hand. 20
His leave, fyc.
'Twas then proud Lady Ellensborg,
And under weed smil'd she; " And who is he, that noble child
That rides sae bold and free ? " His leave, fyc
Syne up and spak the maiden fair as
Was next unto the bride ; " It is the young Child Dyre
That stately steed does ride." His leave, fyc.
" And is't the young Child Dyre
That rides sae bold and free ? so
God wot, he's dearer that rides that steed
Nor a' the lave to me ! " His leave, Sfc.
All rode they there, the bridal train,
Each rode his steed to stall; All but Child Dyre, that look'd whare he ss
Should find his seat in the hall. His leave, Sfc.
" Sit. whare ye list, my lordings;
For me, whate'er betide, Here I shall sickerly sit the day,
To hald the sun frae the bride." *>
His leave, fyc. |
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