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The ladie scho wald nocht dispute; (Nocht woman is scho that laikis ane tung.) But caulder her fingeris about him cruik. (Some sangis ar writt, bot nevir sung.)

This Elfinland wud will neir haif end; (Hunt quha listis, daylicht for mee.) I wuld I culd ane Strang bow bend, (Al undirneth the grene wud tree.)

Thai rade up, and they rade doun, (Wearilie wearis wan nicht away.) Erl William's heart mair cauld is grown; (Hey, luve mine, quhan dawis the day?)

Your hand lies cauld on my briest-bane, (Smal hand hes my ladie fair,) My horss he can nocht stand his lane, (For cauldness of this midnicht air.)

Erl William tumit his heid about; (The braid mune schinis in lift richt cleir.) Twa Elfin een are glen tin owt, (My lu vis een like twa sternis appere.)