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 6 An' saftly ye maun ope the gate, An' loose the silken string." "O Ellenore my fairest fair! O Ellenore, my bride! How can yo fear, when my merry man Are on the mountain side?" Tho moon was hid, the night was gane, But Ellenore's heart was wae: She heard the cock flap his siller wing, An' she watch'd the morning ray. Riso up, rise up, Lord Ronald, dear! The morning opes its o'e ; O speed thee to thy father's towor, An safe, safe may thou be!" But there was a page, a little fause page, Lord Ronald did espy, An' lo has told his baron all Where the hind and hart did lye. "It isna for thee, but thine, Lord Ronald-- Thy father's deeds o' weir; But sinco the hind has como to my fauld, His blood shall dim my spear." Lord Ronald kiss'd fair Ellenore, An' press'd her lily hand; Sic a stately knight an comely dame No'er met in wedlock's band :