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 Where every leaf that draps, frore maid, Will piece a shroud for thee— It's they can lie on lily breist As they can lie on lea!

'And they will hap thy lily breist Till flesh fa's aff the bane— Nor tell thy freres how Marjorie To Sillarwood hath gane!

'The bed is strewed, Maid Marjorie, Wi' bracken and wi' brier, And ne'er will gray cock clarion wind For ane that slumbers here— Ye wedded have the Ettin stark— He rules the Realms of Fear!'