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 It's urely to my bow'r’ woman,

it ne'er cou’d be to me

I brought it to Lord Barnard's Lady,

I true that ye be he.

Then up and poke the wylie Nure,

(the Bairn upon her knee)

I£ it be come from Gill Morice,

’tis dear welcome to me.

Ye lied, ye lied, ye filthy nure,

ae loud’s I hear you lie:

I brought it to Lord Barnard’s Lady,

I trow ye be nae he.

Then up and pake the bauld Baron,

an angry man was he:

He’s ta’en the table wi’ his toot,

in flinders gart a’ flee.

Gae bring a robe of yon clieding,

that hangs upon the pin,

And I’ll gae to the good green wood,

and peak with your leman.

O bide at hame, now Lord Barnard,

’I warn you bide at bame,

Ne’er wyte a man for violence,

that ne’er wyte ye wi' name.

Gill Morice fits in good green wood,

he whiftl’d and lie ang;

O what means a yon folk coming?

my Mother he tarries lang.