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7 Which appeared like a castle,

Where he might behold a parcel

Of young ceders tall a d straight,

Just before her palace gate.

Hand in hand they walked together,

To a hall or parlour rather,

Which was beautiful and fair,

All alone she left him there.

Two long hours there he waited,

Her return at length he fretted,

And began to grieve at last,

For he had not broke his fast.

Still he sat like one amazed,

Round a spacious room he gazed,

Which was richly beautify’d;

But, alas! he lost his bride.

There was peeping, laughing, sneering,

All within the lawyer’s hearing:

But his bride he could not see;

Would I was at home thought he.

While his heart was melancholy,

Said the Stewart brisk and jolly,

Tell me friend, how came you hore?

You have some design I fear.

He reply’d dear loving master,

You shall meet with no disaster,

Through my means in any case,

Madam brought me to this place.

Then the Steward did retire,

Saying that he would enquire,

Whether it was true or no;

Never was love hampered so.