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 To her ſhe told her dreary dream,

with ſalt tears in her eye,

Hoping that ſhe would read the ſame,

her mind to ſatisfy.

Set not your truſt in children young,

whate'er their fortune be,

And if I tell what ſhall befal,

lay not the blame on me.

The Raven which you dreamed of,

he is a falſe young man.

With ſubtile heart and flatt'ring tongue,

your Daughter to trapan.

Both night and day. to you I pray,

for to be on your guard,

For many are the ſubtile wyles,

by which youth are enſnar'd.

When ſhe had read the dreary dream,

it vex'd her more and more,

For Craignargat of birth and ſtate,

liv'd nigh unto the ſhore.

But as in age her Daughter wax'd,

her beauty did excel

All the Ladies far and near,

that in the land did dwell.

The Gordon, Hey, and brave Agnew,

three Knights of high degree,

Unto the Lady a courting came,

all for her fair beauty.