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Rh The answer which to her I sent, Never to my true love went; For her cruel parents told her then That I in foreign lands was slain.

Which caused this lady weep full sore, To think she’d never meet me more; It caused her weep most bitterlie Such tidings from high Germanie.

Oh! daughter dear, your tears refrain, To weep for him is all in vain; I have a better match for thee, To enjoy the lauds o’ Bennachie,”

“He was the husband of my youth, In pledge he had my faith and truth; I veI’ve [sic] made a vow, I’ll wed with none, Since my true love is dead and gone.”

Oh! she’s put on the robes o’ green, Which was most comely to be seen; Oh! had he been a crowned king, This lady fair might been his queen.

On every finger she put a ring, On her mid finger she put three; And she’s away to high Germanie, In hopes her true lover to see.