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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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i Ae bit I canna eat, sister,
Nor ae drop can I drink, Until I see my dear husband,
So lang for him I think.'—
xxxiv ' O where are a' my rangers bold
That I pay meat and fee, To search the forest far an' wide,
And bring Etin back to me .''
Out it speaks the little wee boy:
' Na, na, this mauna be ; Without ye grant a free pardon,
I hope ye'll nae him see.'—
' O here I grant a free pardon, Well seal'd by my own han';
Ye may mak' search for Young Etin As soon as ever ye can.'
They search'd the country wide and braid,
The forests far and near, And they found him into Elmond's wood,
Tearing his yellow hair.
xxxvm ' Win up, win up now, Hynd Etin,
Win up an' boun wi' me; We're messengers come frae the court;
The King wants you to see."—
boun] go.
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