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5 It's surely to my bower woman, It ne'er could be to me; Then up and spake the wily nurse, (The bairn upon her knee,) If it be come from Gill MoriccMorice [sic], 'Tis dear welcome to me.

Ye lied, ye lied, ye filthy nurse, Sae loud's I hear you lie; I brought it to Lord Barnard's Lady, I trow ye be not she. Then up and spake the bauld Baron, An angry man was he, He's ta'en the table wi' his foot, In flinders gart a' flee;

Gae bring a robcrobe [sic] of yon cleiding, That hangs upon the pin, And I'll gae to the good green wood And speak with your leman. O bide at hame now, Lord Barnard, I warn ye, bide at hamchame [sic], Ne'er wyte a man for violence, That ne'er wyte ye wi' nane.

Gill Morice sits in yon green wood, He whistled and he sang; O what mcanmean [sic] a' these folk coming? My mother tarries lang. And whcnwhen [sic] he came to good green wood, Wi' meikle dull and care,