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 ADY JANE, O Lady Jane! Your hound hath broken bounds again,
 * And chased my timorous deer, O;
 * If him I see,
 * That hour he'll dee;
 * My brakes shall be his bier, O."

"Hoots! lord, speak not so proud to me! My hound, I trow, is fleet and free,
 * He's welcome to your deer, O;
 * Shoot, shoot you may,
 * He'll gang his way,
 * Your threats we nothing fear, O."

He's fetched him in, he's laid him low, Drips his lifeblood red and slow,
 * Darkens his dreary eye, O;
 * "Here is your beast,
 * And now at least
 * My herds in peace shall lie, O."

"'In peace!' my lord, O mark me well! For what my jolly hound befell
 * You shall sup twenty-fold, O!
 * For every tooth
 * Of his, in sooth,
 * A stag in pawn, I hold, O.