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Rh 'Advance my standards to that war,

And bid my good knights prick and ride;

The gled shall watch as fierce a fight

As e'er was fought on the Border side!'

True Thomas sighed above his harp,

And turned the song on the midmost string;

And the last least word True Thomas made,

He harpit his dead youth back to the King.

'Now I am prince, and I do well

To love my love withouten fear;

To walk wi' man in fellowship,

And breathe my horse behind the deer.

'My hounds they bay unto the death,

The buck has couched beyond the burn,

My love she waits at her window

To wash my hands when I return.