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THE SCOTTISH BORDER. 453

Then out and spake the King himsell,
Says—." Arthur, look and see,
" Gin yon be not your favourite page,
" That leans against yon tree."
O Arthur's ta'en a bugle-horn,
And blawn a blast sae shrill ;
Sweet Willie started to her feet,
And ran him quickly till.
" O wanted ye your meat, Willie,
" Or wanted ye your fee ?
" Or gat ye e'er an angry word,
" That ye ran awa frae me ?""
" I wanted nought, my master dear ;
" To me ye aye was good :
" I cam to see my ae brother,
" That wons in this grene-wood.""
Then out bespake the King again, —
" My boy, now tell to me,
" Who dwells into yon bigly hour,
" Beneath yon 'green aik tree ?"
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