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' Now peace, now peace, thou little man John,
For Christ's sake I pray thee! For gif my lord heard one o' thy words
Thou must be hanged hie! '
O aye she stamped with her foot And winked with her e'e ;
But for all that she could say or do Forbidden he would not be.
' It 's surely to my bower-woman,
It cannot be to me! '— ' Nay, I brought it to John Steward's lady,
And I trow that thou art she.'
Out then spake the wily nurse,
Wi' the bairn just on her knee: ' If this be come from Childe Maurice
It's dear welcome to me.'—
' Thou liest, thou liest, thou wily nurse, So loud as I hear thee lie!
I brought it to John Steward's lady,
And I trow thou be not she.'
Then up and rose him John Steward,
And an angry man was he: ' Did I think there was a lord in the world
My lady loved but me! '