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He would tell nae man his errand,
Though twa stood at the gate;
But straight into the ha' he came,
Whar grit folks fat at meat;
"Hail! hail! my gentle sire and dame,
My message winna wait;
Dame, ye maun to the green wood gang
Before that it be late;
Ye're bidden take this gay mantle,
It's a' goud but the hem;
Ye maun go to the good green wood,
E'en by your sell alane.
There it is, a silken sark,
Your ain hand sew'd the sleeve;
Ye maun come speak to Gill Morice,
Speir nae bauld Baron's leave."
The lady stamped wi' her foot,
And winked wi' her eye;
But a' that she could or say do,
Forbidden he wadna be.
"It's surely to my bow's woman,
It ne'er cou'd be to me,"
"I brought to Lord Barnard's lady,
I trow that ye be she."
Then up and spake the wylie nurse,
(The bairn upon her knee,)
"If it be come from Gill Morice
'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."