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THE CHERRY AND IpE SLAE.
LAING] 9.
F, 17 a. Ane cleirlie crisp hang ower his eis,
his quaver be his nakkit theis
hang in ane siluer caift : 115
Of gold betuix his schoulderis grew
Tua prettie wingis quhairw/tZ: he flew,
On his left arme ane brace.
That god of all his geir he schowk,
And layit it on }>e ground : 120
I ran als bissie for to luik
Quhair fairleis micht be fund :
I maisit, I gaisit,
To se that geir so gay :
Persaving my having, 125
he comptit me his pray.1
10.
“ Quhat wald thou gif me frend,” quod he,
“To haue thir prettie wingis to flie,
To sport the for ane quhyle?
Or quhat, gif I suld lend the heir 130
my bow and all my schuting geir,
Sum bodie to begyle ? ”
“ That geir,” quod I, “ can noo^t be bocAt,
3it wald I haue it fane.”
“ Quhat gif,” quod he, “ it cost }>e nook, 135
Bot rander it agane ? ”
His wingis }>an he bringis than,
And band Jjame on my bak :
“ Go, flie now,” quod he now,
And so my leif I tak. 14°
1 The revised edition of 1615 introduces an additional stanza here. See
p. 76.

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