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 "For in this ugsum lodge this nicht nae pilgrimer may stay." "Come back, Syr Hew, my knicht of grace, and come hither my trusty fere; "For thou hast wan a gudely fee, though nae lerges ye mote spere: "Oh, three woundis were on your britheris face, and three abune his knee, "But the deepest wound was throu his hert, and that was gi'en be thee."

Ilk ane has heard the lonesum voyce, for it was schil and hie; Ilk ane has heard its eerie skreich as it gaed souning by; Yet mervailous dul that lodge dois seem, and bot anie bruit or din; Nae Hand wicht dois herbour here but an that voyce within.

And everie knicht has turnit him round to leave that hauntit ha', And muntit on his swelterand stede, and pricket richt sune awa';