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And there it is, a silken sark,

• Her ain hand sewd the sleive; " And bid her come to Child Maurice;

• Speir nae bauld baron's leive.'

“ Yes I will gae your black errand,

" Thouch it be to your cost; “ Sen ye will nae be warnd by me,

“ In it ye sall find frost.

“ The baron he's a man o micht,

“ He neir could bide to taunt : “ And ye will see before its nicht,

« Sma cause ye ha to vaunt.

“ And sen I maun your errand rin,

“ Sae sair against my will, “ I'se mak a vow, and keip it trow,

“ It sall be done for ill."

Whan he cam to the broken brig,

He bent his bow and swam ;
And whan he came to grass growing,

Sat down his feet and ran.

And whan he cam to Barnard's yeat,

Wold neither chap nor ca,
But set his bent bow to his breist,

And lichtly lap the wa.

He wald na tell the man his errand

Thoch he stude at the yeat; But streight into the ha he cam,

Whar they were set at meat.

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"Ye lie, ye lie, ye filthy nurse,

. Sae loud as I heir ye lie; " I brocht it to lord Barnard's lady " I trow ye be nae shee.'



and spake the bauld baron,
An angry man was he:
He has tane the table wi his foot,

Sae has he wi his knie,
Till crystal cup and ezar dish

In finders he gard Alie.

« Gae bring a robe of your cliding,

" Wi a the haste ye can, " And I'll gae to the gude grenewode,

“ And speik wi your leman."

« O bide at hame now lord Barnard !

I ward ye bide at hame; • Ncir wyte a man for violence,

Wha neir wyte ye wi nane.'

Child Maurice sat in the grenewode,

He whistled and he sang : « O what meins a the folk coming?

“ My mother tarries lang,"

The baron to the grenewode cam,

Wi meikle dule and care ;
And there he first spyd Child Maurice,

Kaming his yellow hair.

• Nae wonder, nae wonder, Child Maurice,

• My lady loes thee weil : • The fairest part of my body

• Is blacker than thy heil.

• Yet neir the less now, Child Maurice,

• For a thy great bewtie,

• Ye’se rew the day ye eir was born ;

That head sall gae wi me.'

Now he has drawn his trusty brand,

And slaided owr the strae; And throuch Child Maurice fair body

He gar'd the cauld iron gae.

And he has tane Child Maurice heid,

And set it on a speir ;
The meinest man in a his train,

Has gotten that heid to beir.

And he has tane Child Maurice up,

Laid him across his steid; And brocht him to his painted bower

And laid him on a bed.

The lady on the castle wa

Beheld baith dale and down ; And there she saw Child Maurice heid

Cum trailing to the toun.

« Better I loe that bluidy heid,

66 Bot and that yellow hair, * Than lord Barnard and a his lands

“ As they lig here and there."

And she has tane Child Maurice heid,

And kissed baith cheik and chin; « I was anes fow of Child Maurice

“ As the hip is o the stane.

I gat ye in my father's house " Wi meikle sin and shame;

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