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The bansters are lyart, runkled and grey
 * At fairs nor at preaching,
 * Nae wooing, nae fleeching,

Since our bra' Foresters are a' wed away.


 * O dool for the order,
 * Sent our lads to the border!

The English fore anes, by guile got the day:
 * The Flowers of the Forest,
 * That ay shone the foremost,

The prime of our lads lie cold in the clay.


 * We'll hear nae mair lilting,
 * At our ewes milking:

The women and bairns are dowie and wae,
 * Sighing and moaning,
 * On ilka green loaning,

Since our br'a Foresters are a' wed away.


 * I have seen the smiling
 * Of fortune beguiling;

I have felt all her favours, and found her decay;
 * Sweet is her blessing,
 * And kind her caressing;

But now it is fled, it is fled far away.


 * I have seen the forest,
 * Adorned the foremost,

With flowers of the fairest, both pleasant and gay;
 * Sae bonny was their blooming,
 * Their scent the air perfuming,

But now they are withered, and all gone away.


 * I have seen the morning,
 * With gold the hills adorning,