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 The Child of Elle he fought so well

As his weapon he wav’d amain,

That soon he had slain the earlishcarlish [sic] knight

And laid him upon the plain.

And now the baron and all his men

Full fast approached nigh;

Ah! what may Lady Emmeline do?

’Twere now no boote to fly.

Her lover he put his horn to his mouth,

And blew baith loud and shrill.

And soon he saw his own merry men

Come riding o’er the hill.

Now hold thy hand thou baron bold,

I pray thee hold thy hand,

Nor ruthless rend two gentle hearts

Fast knit in true love’s band.

Thy daughter I have dearly loved

Full long and many a day,

But with such love as holy Kirk

Hath said we freely may.

O give consent—she may be mine,

And bless a faithful pair,

My lands and livings are not small,

My house and lynage fair.

The baron he stroak’d his dark brown cheek,

And turned his head aside

To wipe away the starting tear

He proudly strove to hide.