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THE QUEEN OF ELFLAND'S NOURICE
'1 moan na for my meat,
Nor yet for my fee; But I moan for Christen land;
It 's there I fain would be.'
' O nurse my bairn, nourice,
Till he stan' at your knee, An ye's win hame to Christen land
Whar fain it 's ye wad be.
' O keep my bairn, nourice,
Till he gang by the hauld, An ye's win hame to your young son
Ye left in four nights auld.
' O nourice lay your head
[Here] upo' my knee : See ye not that narrow road
Up by yonder tree ?
f' See ye not the narrow road
By yon lillie leven ?] That's the road the righteous goes
And that's.the road to heaven.
' An' see na ye that braid road
Down by yon sunny fell ? Yon 's the road the wicked gae,
An' that's the road to hell.
gang by the hauld] walk by holding on to the. hand. 42