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" Win up, win up, now, Hynde Etin ;
Win up and boune wi' me ;
We're messengers come from the court ;
The king wants you to see."
'' O let him tak frae me the head,
Or hang me on a tree ;
For, since I've lost my dear Margaret,
Life's nae pleasure to me."
" Your head will nae be touched, Etin,
Nor hanged upon a tree :
Your lady's in her father's court ;
And all he wants is thee."
When he came in before the king,
He fell low on his knee ;
" Win up, win up, now, Hynde Etin ;
This day ye'se dine wi' me."
But as they were at dinner set,
The boy asked a boon :
*' I wish we were in the good church,
For to get Christendoun.
We hae lived in gude greenwood
This seven years and ane ;
But, a' this time, since e'er I mind,
Were never a church within."
" Your asking's nae sae great, my boy,
But granted it shall be :
This day to gude church ye sail gang.
And your mother sail gang you wi'."
When unto the gude church she cam^
She at the door did stan' ;