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

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' It stands me hard,' Andrew Murray said, ' Judge gif it stand na hard wiJ me ;
To enter against a king wi' crown, And set my lands in jeopardie!
Yet, if I come not on the day, Surely at night he sail me see.'
To Sir James Murray of Traquair,
A message came right speedilie: ' What news ? what news ?' James Murray said,
6 Man, frae thy master unto me ?'—
' What needs I tell ? for weel ye ken
The King 's his mortal enemie ; And now he is coming to Ettrick Forest,
And landless men ye a' will be,'
' And, by my troth,' James Murray said, ' Wi' that Outlaw will I live and dee;
The King has gifted my lands lang syne— It cannot be nae warse wi' me.'
The King was comand thro' Cadden Ford, And full five thousand men was he ;
They saw the dark forest them before, They thought it awsome for to see.
Then spak' the Earl hight Hamilton,
And to the noble King said he, 'My sovereign prince, some counsel tak'.
First at your nobles, syne at me.
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