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240 THE HIRESIAN CHIEL.
" If she had not given her consent,
She had not gone wi me; iss
If she came a maiden to green wood,
She return'd again for me."
He turn'd him right and round about,
And a loud loud laugh gae he; " Ye may wed your daughter whan ye will, 190
She's none the worse for me."
He has gone whistling o'er the knowe,
Swift as the bird that flaw; The lady stood in her bouir door,
And lout the salt tears fa. iss
But this pass'd on, and farther on,
A twelve month and a day, Till there came a knight and a barone bright
To woo this lady gay.
He soon gain'd the baronne's will, 200
Likewise the mother gay; He woo'd and won the lady's love,
But by a slow degree.
" O weel befa' you, daughter dear,
And happy may ye be, aoi
To lay your love on the grand knight,
And let the hireman be."
" O haud your tongue, my father dear,
And speak not so to me; Far more I love the hireman chiel 210
Than a' the knights I see."