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THE SANG OF |
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" God mot thee save, brave Outlaw Murray!
Thy ladye, and all thy chyvalrie!" " Marry, thou's wellcum, gentleman,
Some king's messenger thou seemis to be."
" The King of Scotlonde sent me here, »s
And, gude Outlaw, I am sent to thee ;
I wad wot of whom ye hald your landis, Or man, wha may thy master be ? "
" Thir landis are mine ! " the Outlaw said;
" I ken nae king in Christentie ; w
Frae Soudron I this foreste wan,
When the King nor his knightis were not to see."
" He desyres you'l cum to Edinburgh,
And hauld of him this foreste fre ; And, gif ye refuse to do this, sa
He'll conquess baith thy landis and thee. He hath vow'd to cast thy castell down,
And mak a widowe o' thy gaye ladye ;
" He'll hang thy merryemen, payr by payr,
In ony frith where he may them finde." i»
" Ay, by my troth!" the Outlaw said, " Than wauld I thinke me far behinde.
" Ere the King my feir countrie get, This land that's nativest to me, |
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