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Quhan scho was muntit him behynd, (Blyth be hertis quhilkis luve ilk uthir.) Awa thai flew like flaucht of wind; (Kin kens kin, and bairnis thair mither.)

Nevir ane word that ladie spak; (Mim be maydens men besyde.) But that stout steid did nicher and schaik; (Small thingis humbil hertis of pryde.)

About his breist scho plet her handis; (Luvand be maydens quhan thai lyke.) Bot they were cauld as yron bandis. (The winter bauld bindis sheuch and syke.)

Your handis ar cauld, fayr ladie, sayd hee, (The caulder hand the trewer hairt.) I trembil als the leif on the tree; (Licht caussis muve aid friendis to pairt.)

Lap your mantil owir your heid, (My luve was clad in the red scarlett,) And spredd your kirtil owir my stede; (Thair nevir was joie that had nae lett.)