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Fell Lindsay sickened at the sight,
And sallow grew his cheek ;
He tried wi' smiles to hide his spite,
But word he couldna speak.
The gorgeous banquet was brought up.
On silver and on gold :
The page chose out a crystal cup,
The sleepy juice to hold.
And when Kirkpatrick called for wine,
This page the drink would bear ;
Nor did the knight or dame divine
Sic black deceit was near.
Then ilka lady sang a sang ;
Some blythe — some full of woe —
Like pining swans the reeds amang ;
Till grief-drops 'gan to flow.
Even cruel Lindsay shed a tear,
Forgetting malice deep ;
As mermaids, wi' their warbles clear,
Can sing the waves to sleep.
And now to bed they all are dight.
Now steek they ilka door :
There's nought but stillness o' the night,
Where was sic din before.
Fell Lindsay puts his harness on ;
His steed doth ready stand ; >■
And up the staircase he is gone,
Wi' poniard in his hand.
The sweat did on his forehead break.
He shook wi' guilty fear ;
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