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ILL MORRICE was an earl's on, his name it waxed wide, It was nae for his great riches, nor yet his meikle pride. His face was fair lang was his hair, in the wild woods he taid, But his fame was by a lady fair, that liv’d on Carron ide. Where will I get a bonny boy, that will win hoe and hoon, That will go to Bernard’s ba’, and bid his lady come. Ye man rin this erand, Willie and ye maun rin wi’ pride. When other boys gae on their feet, on hore back ye hall ride, O no! O no! my mater dear, I darna for my life. I darna gae to Lord Barnard’s ha, for to bring out his wife. Now, Willie, my boy, ye maun rin, I will net be deny’d; How can you trive against the tream, for I hall be obey’d. But oh ! my mater dear he cry’d, in the green wood you’re your lane;