Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 5 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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Then out an' spake the king himsell,
Says, "Arthur, look and see,                            no
Gin yon be not your favourite page, That leans against yon tree."
0  Arthur's ta'en a bugle-horn, And blawn a blast sae shrill;
Sweet Willie started to her feet,                          iw
And ran him quickly till.
" 0 wanted ye your meat, Willie,
Or wanted ye your fee ? Or gat ye e'er an angry word,
That ye ran awa frae me ? "                             iso
" I wanted nought, my master dear ; To me ye aye was good:
1 cam to see my ae brother, That wons in this grene-wood."
Then out bespake the King again,—                 m
" My boy, now tell to me, Who dwells into yon bigly bour,
Beneath yon green aik tree ? "
" 0 pardon me," said sweet Willy,
" My liege, I darena tell;                                  iso
And gangna near yon outlaw's bour,
For fear they suld you kill."