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" I dreamed a dreary dream, master,
Whilk I am rad ye rede ;
I dreamed ye kissed a pair o' sweet lips,
That drapped o' red heart's-blude."
" Come, haud my steed, ye little foot-page,
Shod wi' the red gowd roun' ;
Till I kiss the lips whilk sing sae sweet :"
And lichtlie lap he doun.
" Kiss nae the singer's lips, master,
Kiss nae the singer's chin ;
Touch nae her hand," quo' the little foot-page,
" If skaithless hame ye wad win.
O wha will bruik your gluve
And wha will fauld your erled bride
In the kindlie clasps o' luve ?"
He took afF his hat, a' gowd i' the rim,
Knot wi' a siller ban' ;
He seemed a' in lowe* with his gowd raiment,
As through the greenwood he ran.
" The summer dew fa's saft, fair maid,
Aneath the siller mune ;
But eerie is thy seat i' the rock.
Washed wi' the white sea faem.
Come, wash me wi' thy lilie-white hand.
Below and 'boon the knee ;
And I'll kame thae links o' yellow burning gowd,
Aboon thy bonnie blue ee.
* Flame.

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