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THE BIRTH OF ROBIN HOOD
v ' But gin my father should get word
What's past between us twa, Before that he should eat or drink,
He'd hang you o'er that wa'.
VI
' But ye'll come to my bower, Willie,
Just as the sun gaes down, And kep me in your arms twa,
And latna me fa' down.'
VII
O whan the sun was now gane down, He 's doen him till her bower,
And there, by the lee licht o' the moon, Her window she lookit o'er.
VIII
Intill a robe o' red scarlet
She lap, fearless o' harm ; And Willie was large o' lith and limb,
And keppit her in his arm.
IX
And they've gane to the gude green-wood.
And, ere the night was deen, She 's born to him a bonny young son,
Amang the leaves sae green.
x
Whan night was gane, and day was come,
And the sun began to peep, Up and raise the Earl Richard
Out o' his drowsy sleep. |
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