Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 4 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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" Weel may ye save an' see, bonny lass, An' weel may ye save an' see."—
" An' sae wi' you, ye weel-bred knight,             ia
And what's your will wi' me ? "—
" The night is misty and mirk, fair may,
And I have ridden astray, And will you be so kind, fair may,
As come out and point my way ? "—             »
" Ride out, ride out, ye ramp rider!
Your steed's baith stout and Strang; For out of the bought I dare na come,
For fear 'at ye do me wrang."—
" 0 winna ye pity me, bonny lass,                        as
O winna ye pity me ? An' winna ye pity my poor steed,
Stands trembling at yon tree ? "—
" I wadna pity your poor steed,
Though it were tied to a thorn;                       so
For if ye wad gain my love the night,
Ye wad slight me ere the morn.
" For I ken you by your weel-busket hat,
And your merrie twinkling ee, That ye're the Laird o' the Oakland hills, »
An' ye may weel seem for to be."—