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296 BLANCHEFLOUK AND JELLYFLORICE.
At last she spied a little castle,
That stood near by the sea; She spied it far, and drew it near, u
To that castle went she.
And when she came to that castle,
She tirled at the pin ; And ready stood a little wee boy
To lat this fair maid in. so
" O who's the owner of this place,
O porter boy, tell me V " " This place belongs unto a queen
O' birth and high degree."
She put her hand in her pocket, £5
And ga'e him shillings three; " O porter bear my message well,
Unto the queen frae me."
The porter's gane before the queen,
Fell low down on his knee ; so
" Win up, win up, my porter boy,
What makes this courtesie ? "
" I ha'e been porter at your yetts,
My dame, these years full three, But see a ladie at your yetts, »
The fairest my eyes did see."
" Cast up my yetts baith wide and braid,
Lat her come in to me; And I'll know by her courtesie,
Lord's daughter if she be." « |
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