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>THE SANG OF |
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" There the Outlaw keepis five hundred men, He keepis a royalle cumpanie; im
His merryemen in ae livery clad,
0' the Lincome grene sae gaye to see:
He and his ladye in purple clad ; 0 gin they live not royallie!
" He says, yon foreste is his awin ; us
He wan it frae the Southronie; Sae as he wan it, sae will he keep it,
Contrair all kingis in Christentie."
" Gar warn me Perthshire, and Angus baith, Fife, up and downe, and Louthians three, w
And graith my horse !" said our nobil King, " For to Ettricke Forest hie will I me."
Then word is gane the Outlaw till, In Ettricke Forest, where dwelleth he,
That the King was cuming to his cuntrie, us To conquess baith his landis and he.
-'' I mak a vow," the Outlaw said,
" I mak a vow, and that trulie, Were there but three men to tak my pairt,
Ton King's cuming full deir suld be ! " i«
Then messengers he called forth,
And bade them hie them speedilye— |
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