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ROSE THE RED AND WHITE LILY
Then out and spak' him Bold Arthur,
As by the King he stood, ' Now, this should be my White Lilly,
An' that should be Rose the Red I '
xlvii Then in it came him Brown Robin
Frae hunting o' the deer, But whan he saw the King was there,
He started back for fear.
The King has ta'en him by the hand
And bade him naething dread ; Says, ' Ye maun leave the good green-wood,
Come to the court wi' speed.'
Then up he took Brown Robin's son,
And set him on his knee; Says, ' Gin ye live to wieid a bran',
My bowman ye sail be.'
The King he sent for robes o' green,
And girdles o' shining gold; He gart the ladies be array'd
Most comely to behold.
They've doen them unto Mary Kirk,
And there gat fair wedding, And whan the news spread o'er the Ian',
For joy the bells did ring.