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On yonder hill a castle stands,

With walls and towers bedight;

And yonder lives the Child of Elle,

A young and comely knight,

The Child of Elle to his garden went,

And stood at his garden pale,

When, lo, he saw fair Emmeline’s page

Come tripping down the dale.

The Child of Elle he hied him thence,

I wat he stood na still;

And soon he met fair Emmeline’s page

Come climbing up the hill.

Now save thee, save thou little foot-page,

Now come thee safe and free,

Oh tell me how does thy lady gay,

And what may thy tidings be.

My lady she is woe-begone,

The tears they fa’ frae her e’en;

And aye she laments the deadly feud

Between her house and thine.