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Morice was an Earl's Son,

His name it waxed wide,

It was nae for his great riches,

nor yet his meikle pride.

His face was fair, lang was his hair,

in the wild wood he taid;

But his fame was by a fair Lady,

that liv’d on Carron-ide

Where will I get a bonny boy,

that will win hoe and hoon

That will gae to Lord Barnard’s ha’,

and bid his Lady come?

Ye maun rin this errand Willie,

and ye may rin wi’ pride

When other boys gae on their feet,

on hore-back ye hall ride.

O no! O no! my Mater dear:

I darna for my life:

I’ll no gae to the bold Barons,

for to tryt forth his Wife.

My bird Willie, my boy Willie,

my dear Willie, he aid.

How can you trive againt the tream,

for I hall be obey’d.