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 And when he came to broken brigg,

he bent his bow and wan;

And when he came to gras growing,

let down his feet and ran.

And when be came to Barnard’s ha',

wou’d neither chap nor ca’;

But et his bent bow to his breat,

and lightly lap the wa’.

Ho wou’d tell nae-man his errand,

though twa flood at the gate.

But traight into the ha’ he came,

whair great ouk fat at meat.

Hail! hail! my gentle Sire and Dame!

my meage winna wait:

Dame, ye maun to the green wood gang,

before that it be late:

Ye’re bidden tak this gay mantle,

it's a gowd but the hem,

Ye maun gae to the good green wood,

e’en by yourell alane.

And there it is, a ilken fark.

your ain hand few’d the leeve.

Ye maun gae fpeak with Gill Morice,

peer nae bauld Baron’s leave.

The Lady stamped with her foot,

and winked with her eye;

But a’ that he could fay or do,

forbidden he wadna be.