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 I brought it to Lord Barnard's lady, I trow that ye be he. Then up and pake the wylie nure, the bairn upon her knee If it be come from Gill Morice, its dearly welcome to me. Ye lie, ye lie, ye filthy nure, ae loud's I hear you lie. I brought it to Lord Barnard’s Lady, I trow ye be nae he, Then up and poke the bold baron, an angry man was he He's ta'en the table wi’ his foot, in flinders gart it flee, Gae bring a robe of you cleading, that hings upon the pin. And I’ll gae to the good green wood, and peak with your , O bide at hame now Lord Barnard, I warn you bide at hame Ne’er wyte a man for violence, that ne’er wyted you wi’ nane. Gill Morice its in good green wood, he whitled and he ang, O what means thee folks coming, my mother tarries lang. Lord Barnard came to the green wood, wi’ meikle dool and care,