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v ' And as it falls as many times
As any heart can think, Or school-masters are in any scnool
Writing with pen and ink.
VI
' Here is a glove, a glove.' he says,
' Lined wi' the silver-gris ; Bid her to come to Silver Wood
To speak with Childe Maurice.
VII
' And here is a ring, a ring,' he says,
' A ring of the precious stone : He prays her come to Silver Wood
And ask the leave of none.'—
VIII
' Well do I love your errand, master,
But better I love my life. Would ye have me go to John Steward's castle,
To tryst away his wife ?'—
IX
' Do not I give you meat ?' he says,
' Do not I give you fee ? How daur you stop my errand
When that I bid you flee ?'
x
This little man John one while he yode,
Another while he ran ; Until he came to John Steward's castle
I wis he never blan.
silver-gris] a fur of silver-grey. yode] walked. blan]
stopped, stayed.
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