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 And gin that I hae Sillarwood I'll link alang wi' thee!'

Then on she put her green mantel Weel furred wi' minivere: Then on she put her velvet shoon, The silver shining clear.

She proudly vaulted on the black— He bounded on the bay— The stateliest pair that ever took To Sillarwood their way!

It's up and sang the gentil bird On Marjorie's fair hand— 'I wudna wend to Sillarwood For a' its timbered land— Nor wud I lig in Sillarwood Tho' gowden glist ilk wand!

'The Hunters chace thro' Sillarwood The playfu' herte and rae; Nae maiden that socht Sillarwood E'er back was seen to gae!'

The Ettin leuch, the Ettin sang, He whistled merrilie,