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Wheii I rose up, then, in the morn,
My goodly palace for to lea',
I knocked at my lord's chamber door,
But ne'er a word wad he speak to me.
' Fare ye weel, then, Jamie Douglas ;
I need care as little as ye care for me :
The Earl of Mar is my fatiier dear.
And I sune will see my ain countrie.
Ye thocht that I was like yoursell,
And loving ilk ane I did see ;
But here I swear by the heavens clear,
I never loved a man but thee.'
Slowly, slowly, rase he up,
And slowly, slowly cam he doun ;
And when he saw me set on his horse,
He garred his drums and trumpets sound.
When I upon my horse was set,
My tenants all were with me taen ;
They set them doun upon their knees.
And they begged me to come back again*
< It's fare ye weel, my bonnie palace,
And fare ye weel, my children three I
God gi'ant your father may get mair grace.
And love thee better than he has loved me.
It's fare ye weel, my servants all,
And you, my bonnie children three !
God grant your father grace to be kind,
Till I see you safe in my ain countrie.'
Now wae be to you, fause Blackwood,
Aye, and an ill death may you die !