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 And formest in the field of fight,

And foremost in the sport,

The brave Earl Leslie bore the palm

O'er all the SeottishScottish [sic] eourtcourt [sic].

The Lady Arabella Stewart,

The daughter of a king,

Tho' her mother did not share a throne

Nor wear a wedding ring,

Cast eyes on this same noble lord

In her royal brother's hall,

And saw him, in faeeface [sic] and eourtlycourtly [sic] graeegrace [sic],

The fairest of them all.

And she has gotten her to the king,

Fallen low down on her knee—

"O royal Lord, O brother dear,

An asking grant to me!"

"Rise up! Rise up! Our sister dear,

Your asking you shall have,

Be it gold or gear, or house or land,

Or title, that ye eravecrave [sic]."

"I crave nor title, house, nor land,

I eravecrave [sic] nor gold, nor gear,

But it’s all for a lord at your royal court

That I plead in your royal ear.

Lord Leslie he has ensnared my heart,

By arts that I eannotcannot [sic] divine;

And I eravecrave [sic] your aid, my sovereign liege,

This witchery to untwine."

"And if Lord Leslie has stolen your heart,

This choieechoice [sic] to him I’ll gie,

Either to offer you marriage to-morrow,

Or else to be hanged on a tree."

Lord Leslie sat and laughed and joked,

In the midst of a merry ring,

When word was brought him to repair

To audieneeaudience [sic] with the King.

"There’s a nobleman at our court, Lord Earl,

Partaking our royal eheercheer [sic],

Who by wicked art has trepanned the heart

Of a lady that we hold dear.