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1 wadna be your licht leman,
For mail' than ye could gie."
Then he drew out his lang bricht brand,
And flashed it in her een ;
" Now grant me love for love, ladye.
Or through ye this shall gang !"
Then, sighing, says that ladye fair,
" Brown Adam tarries lang !"
Says, " I'm just at your hand."
He's garred him leave his bonny bow,
And garred him leave his brand ;
He's garred him leave a dearer pledge.
Four fingers o' his richt hand ! *
CHILDE ETHER.
Childe Ether and Lady Maisry
Were born baith at ae birth ;
They luvit each other tenderlie,
'Bune every thing on earth.
" The lee likes na the simmer shouir,
Nor gerse the mornin dew.
Better, deir Lady Maisry,
Than Childe Ether luves you."
"^ The bonnie doo likes na its mate,
Nor the babe at breist its mother,
Better, my deirest Childe Ether,
Than Maisry luves her brother."
* From the Border Minstrelsy. There was, however, a copy previously
in print, on a single sheet.

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