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He has taen his bow his arm ower,
His bolts and arrows lang ;
And he is to the gude greenwood,
As fast as he could gang.
O he's shot up, and he's shot doun,
The bird upon the brier ;
And he's sent it hame to his ladye,
Bade her be of gude cheir.
he's shot up, and he's shot doun,
The bird upon the thorn ;
And sent it hame to his ladye,
Said he'd be hame the morn.
When he cam to his ladye's bouir door,
He stude a little forbye ;
And there he heard a fou fause knicht,
Tempting his gay ladye.
For he's taen out a gay gold ring,
Had cost him many a poun' ;
" O grant rae love for love, ladye,
And this shall be thy own."
" I lo'e Brown Adam weel," she says;
" I trow sae does he me ;
1 wadna gie Brown Adam's love.
For nae fause knicht I see."
Out he has taen a purse o' gowd.
Was a' fou to the string ;
" O grant me love for love, ladye.
And a' this shall be thine."
" I lo'e Brown Adam weel," she says ;
" I wot sae does he me ;