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Bid her be kind to my young son,
For father he has nane.
Gar deal, gar deal, the bread," he cried,
" Gar deal, gar deal, the wine ;
This day has seen my true love's death,
This niclit sail witness mine !"
The tane was buried in Marie's kirk.
The tither in Marie's quier.
Out of the tane there grew a birk.
And the tither a bonnie brier.
YOUNG HUNTIN.
Young Huntin was the bravest knicht,
That dwelt in fair Scotland ;
But, though renowned in France and Spain,
He fell by a ladye's hand.
And he is to the huntin gane.
As fast as he could drie ; *
And he is to his true love gane.
As fast as he could hie.
His true love forth from her bower came.
And on her watch-tower stude ;
She thoucht she heard a bridle ring ;
The sound did her heart gude.
When he came to his ladye's bower.
He tirled at the pin ;
And wha sae ready as the ladye hersell,
To open and let him in ?
* Drive, go fast.

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