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" Win up, win up, my dauchtev dear ;
This day ye'se dine wi' me."
" Ae bit I canna eat, mother,
Nor ae drap can I drink,
Until I see ray dear sister,
For lang o' her I thinli."
And when her sister dear cam in,
She hailed her courteouslie :
" Come ben, come ben, my sister dear ;
This day ye'se dine wi' me."
" Ae bit I canna eat, sister.
Nor ae drap can I drink.
Until 1 see my dear husband.
For lang o' him I think."
" O where are all my rangers bold.
That I pay meat and fee ;
To search the forest far and wide,
And bring Etin to me ?"
But out then spak the little wee boy,
" Na, na ; this maunna be :
Without ye gi-ant a free pardon,
I hope ye'll nae him see."
" O here I grant a free pardon,
Weel sealed by my own hand :
And sae make search for Hynde Etin
As sune as e'er ye can."
They searched the country wide and braid,
The forests far and near ;
Till they fund him into Elraond's wood,
Tearing his yellow hair.