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The bonnie may was tired wi' ridin', Gae'd sit her down ere she was bidden.
And was she maid or was she nane, She sat in it till the day was dune.
And she's call'd on her bour-woman, That waiting was into her train:
' Five thousand marks I'll gie to thee,
To sleep this night with my lord for me.'—
xxv f' But will it for my ladye plead, I'se be the bride in my ladye's stead.']—
xxvi When bells were rung and mass was sayne, And a' men unto bed were gane,
Cospatrick and the bonny maid Into ae chamber they were laid.
' Now speak to me, blankets, and speak to me, bed, And speak, thou sheet, inchanted web,
' And speak, my brown sword, that winna lee, Is this a leal maiden that lies by me ?
' It is not a maid that you hae wedded, But it is a maid that you hae bedded :
into] in. lee] lie.