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 And when he came to good green wood

w' meikle dole and care,

It's there he aw brave Gill Morice,

kaiming his yellow hair.

Nae wonder, nae wonder, Gill Morice,

my Lady loo'd thee weel,

The-fairet part of my body

is black or than thy heel;

Yet ne' ertheles, now Gill Morice,

for a' your great beauty,

Ye’s rue the day e’er ye was born,

that head hall gae with me.

Now he has drawn his truty brand,

and lait it on the trae.

And through Gill Morice fair body,

he's gar’d cauld iron gae:

And he has ta’en Gill Morice head,

and et it on a peir,

The meanet man in a' his train,

has got that head to bear.

And he has ta’en Gill Morice up,

laid him acros his teed.

And brought him to his painted bow’r,

find laid him on a bed.

The Lady fat down on the wa’,

beheld both dale and down,

And there he law Gill Morice head,

come trailing to the town.