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Around hir slepis the quhyte muneschyne, (Meik is mayden undir kell,) Her lips bin lyke the blude reid wyne; (The rois of flouris hes sweitest smell.)

It was al bricht quhare that ladie stude, (Far my luve, fure ower the sea.) Bot dern is the lave of Elfinland wud, (The knicht pruvit false that ance lu vit me.)

The ladie's handis were quhyte als milk, (Ringis my luve wore mair nor ane.) Her skin was safter nor the silk; (Lilly bricht schinis my luvis halse bane.)

Save you, save you, fayr ladie, (Gentil hert schawis gentil deed.) Standand alane undir this auld tree; (Deir till knicht is nobil steid.)

Burdalane, if ye dwall here, (Aly hert is layed upon this land.) I wuld like to live your fere; (The schippis cum sailin to the strand.)