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ROSE THE RED AND WHITE
XXXIV
Then out it spak' the King in haste. Says, ' Arthur, look an' see
Gin that be no your little foot-page That leans against yon tree ?'
XXXV
Bold Arthur took his bugle-hern, And blew a blast sae shrill,
Sweet Willy started at the sound And ran him quickly till.
XXXVI
i O wanted ye your meat, Willy ?
Or wanted ye your fee ? Or get ye ever an angry word,
That ye ran awa' frae me ?'—
xxxvn ' I wanted nought, my master dear;
To me ye aye was good; I came but to see my ae brither
That wons in this green-wood.'
XXXVIII
Then out and spak' the King again, Says, ' Bonny boy, tell to me
Who lives into yon bigly bow'r, Stands by yon green oak-tree ?'
XXXIX
' O pardon me,' says Sweet Willy,
My liege, I daurna tell; And I pray you go no near that bow'r,
For fear they do you fell.'—
wons] dwells. fell] kill. |
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