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But set his bent bow to his breist,
And lichtly lap the wa'.
" What news, what news, my bonnie boy ?
What news hae ye to me ?"
" Bad news, bad news, my lord," he eaid ;
" Your lady awa will be.
Ye're bidden mind the words ye last spak,
When ye sindered on the lee ;
Ye're bidden saddle and ride full fast,
Gif set for her ye be."
O he has sent a messenger
Richt quickly through the land,
And four-and-twenty armed men
Were sune at his command.
The bride looked out at a high wmdow,
Beheld baith dale and down ;
And she was aware of her first true love,
With riders many a one.
She scoffed him, and scorned him,
Upon her wedding-day ;
And said, " It was the Fairy Court,
To see him in array I"
But he has left his merry-men all ;
He left them on the lee ;
And he's awa to the wedding-house.
To see what he could see.
When he cam to the wedding-house,
And there had lichtit doun.
The cups of gold, with good red wine,
Were going roun' and roun*.

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