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 And when he came to good green et down his feet and ran: And when he came to Barnard's would neither chap nor ca'. But bent his bow to his white breat and lightly lap the He would tell nae man his erand, though twa tood at the gate. But traight into the ha' he went, where grit folk at at meat. Hail! hail! my great fire and dame my meive winna wait. Dame ye maun to the green wood gae before that it be late. Ye’re bidden take this gay mantle, its a’ gowd but the hem. Ye maun gang to the good green wood e’en by yourelf alane; There it is a ilken ark, your ain hand ew’d the leeve, Ye maun gang to the good green wood peir nae bold baron’s leave, The lady tamped wi' her feet, and winked wi' her e e, But a' that he could ay or do, forbidded he wadna be, Its urely to my bower woman it ne er could be to me.