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6 Let him be planted in my place,

Syne say, I was a fautor.

Could I for shame, could I for shame,

Could I for shame refus’d her?

And wadna manhood been to blame,

Had I unkindly us’d her.

He clawd her wi’ the rippling-kame,

And blae and bluidy bruis’d her;

When sie a husband was frae hame,

What wife but wad excus’d her?

I dighted ay her een sae blue,

And bann’d the cruel randy;

And weel I wat, her willing mou

Was e’n like sugarcandy.

At gloanin-shot it was I wat,

I lighted on the Monday;

But I cam thro’ the Tiseday’s dew,

To wanton Willie’s brandy.

 

The fair young Knight.

At the Baron of Mowbray’s gate was seen

A page with a courser black;

There came out a knight of noble mein,

And he leapt on the eoursescourses [sic] back.