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Bot a' that flie could fay or do,
Forbidden he wad nae bee.
<f Its furely to my bow'r-woman ;
It neir could be to me."
" I brocht it to lord Barnards lady;
I trow that ze be fhe."
Then up and fpack the wylie nurfe,
(The bairn upon hir knee)
If it be cum frae Gill Morice,
It's deir welcum to me.
" Ze leid, ze leid, ze filthy nurfe,
Sae loud I heird ze lee ;
I brocht it to lord Barnards lady ;
I trow ze be nae fhee."
Then up and fpack the bauld baron,
An angry man was hee ;
He's tain the table wi' his foot,
Sae has he wi' his knee ;
Till filler cup and 'mazer' diflx
In flinders he gard flee.
" Gae bring a robe of your eliding,
That kings upon the pin ;
And I'll gae to the gude grene vvode,
And fpeik wi' zour lemman."
" O bide at hame, now lord Barnard,
I warde ze bide at hame ;
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