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in She hadna pu'd a nut, a nut,
Nor broken a branch but ane, Till by there came the Hynd Etin,
Says, t Lady, lat alane.
'O why puJ ye the nut, the nut,
Or why break ye the tree ? For I am forester o' this wood:
Ye should spier leave at me.'—
v I'll ask leave at nae living man, Nor yet will I at thee; My father is king o'er a' this realm, This wood belongs to me.'
The highest tree in Elmond's wood,
He 's pu'd it by the reet, And he has built for her a bower
Near by a hallow seat.
He 's kept her there in Elmond's wood
For six lang years and ane, Till six pretty sons to him she bare,
And the seventh she 's brought hame.
It fell out ance upon a day
He 's to the hunting gane, And a' to carry his game for him
He 's tane his eldest son.
spier] ask.           reet] root.           hallow seat] holy man's or
hermit's cave. 146
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