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KING HENRY |
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VI
Her teeth were a' like teather stakes,
Her nose like club or mell; An' I ken naething she 'pear'd to be
But the fiend that vvons in hell.
VII
' Some meat, some meat, ye King Henry,
Some meat ye gie to me! '— ' An' what meat 's in this house, ladye,
That ye're not welcome tae ?;— ' O ye'se gae kill your berry-brown steed,
And serve him up to me.'
VIII
O whan he slew his berry-brown steed,
Wow but his heart was sair! She ate him a' up, skin an' bane,
Left naething but hide an' hair.
IX
' Mair meat, mair meat, ye King Henry,
Mair meat ye gie to me! '— ' An' what meat 's in this house, ladye,
That ye're not welcome tae ? _— ' O do ye slay your good grey-hounds
An' bring them a' to me.'
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O whan he slew his good grey-hounds,
Wow but his heart was sair! She ate them a' up, skin an' bane,
Left naething but hide an' hair.
tealher stakes] tether p^gs. mell] mallet. wons] dwells. ye'se gae] you shall go.
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