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“Erlinton had a fair daughter; I wat he weird her in a great sin;, For he has built a bigly bower,
And a’ to put that lady in.

An’ he has warn’d her sisters six, An’ sae has he her brethren se’en,
Outher to watch her a’ the night,
Or else to seek her morn an’ e’en.

She hadna been i’ that bigly bower, Na, not a night but barely ane,
Till there was Willie, her ain true love,
Chapp’d at the door, cryin’ ‘Peace within!’

‘O whae is this at my bower door, That chaps sae late, nor kens the gin?’ ‘O it is Willie, your ain true love,
I pray you rise an’ let me in.’

‘But in my bower there is a wake, An’ at the wake there is a wane,
But I’ll come to the green-wood the morn,
Whar blooms the brier by mornin’ dawn.’

Then she’s gane to her bed again, Where she has layen till the cock crew thrice,
Then she said to her sisters a’,
‘Maidens, ’tis time for us to rise.’

She pat on her back her silken gown, An’ on her breast a siller pin,
An’ she’s tane her sisters ’a the hand, An’ to the green-wood she is gane.

She hadna walk’d in the green-wood, Na, not a mile but barely ane,
Till there was Willie, her ain true love,
Whae frae her sisters has her ta’en.

He took her sisters by the hand, He kiss’d them a’, an’ sent them hame,
An’ he’s ta’en his true love him behind,
And through the green-wood they are gane.

They hadna ridden in the bonnie green-wood Na, not a mile, but barely ane,
When there came fifteen o’ the bravest knights,
That ever bare flesh, blood, or bane.

The foremost was an aged knight, He wore the grey hair on his chin,
Says, ‘Yield to me thy lady bright,
An’ thou shalt walk the woods within.’

‘For me to yield my lady bright, To such an aged knight as thee,
People wad think I war gane mad,
Or a’ the courage flown frae me.’

But up then spake the second knight, I wat he spake right boustruslie,
‘Yueld me thy life, or thy ladye bright,
Or here the tane of us shall die.’

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