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And here she sends thee a silken scarf,

Bedewed with many a tear,
And bids thee sometimes think on her

Who loved thee so dear.

And here she.sends thee a ring of gold,

The last boon thou mayst have, And bids thee wear it for her sake

When she is laid in grave.

For ah, her gentle heart is broke,

And in grave soon must she be; Since her father hath chose her a new, new love,

And forbid her to think of thee.

Her father hath brought her a carlish knight,

Sir John of the north country;
And within three days she must him wed,

Or he vows he will her slay.”
“ Now hie thee back, thou little foot-page,

And greet thy lady from me,
And telữ her that I, her own true love,

Will die, or set her free.
Now hie thee back, thou little foot-page,

And let thy fair lady know
This night will I be at her bower window,

Betide me weal or wo.
The boy he tripped, the boy he ran,

He neither stint nor stayed
Until he came to fair Emmeline's bower,

When, kneeling down, he said Oh, lady, I've been with thy own true love,

And he greets thee well by me; This night

will he be at thy bower window, And die, or set thee free.” Now day was gone, and night was come,

And all were fast asleep, All save the Lady Emmeline,

Who sat in her bower to weep.

And soon she heard her true love's voice,

Low whispering at the wall, Awake, awake, my dear lady, 'Tis I, thy true love, call.

Awake, awake, my lady dear,

Come, mount this fair palfrey;
This ladder of ropes will let thee down;
I'll
carry

thee hence away.”

“Now nay, now nay, thou gentle knight;

Now nay, this may not be;
For aye should I tint my maiden fame,

If alone I should wend with thee."

“Oh, lady, thou with knight so true

Mayst safely wend alone;
To my lady mother I will thee bring,

Where marriage shall make us one."

"My father he is a baron bold,

Of lineage proud and high;
And what would he say if his daughter

Away with a knight should fly?
Ah, well I wot he never would rest,

Nor his meat should do him no good,
Until he had slain thee, Child of Elle,

And seen thy dear heart's blood.”
Oh, lady, wert thou in saddle set,
And a little

space

him fro,
I would not care for thy cruel father,

Nor the worst that might befall.”
Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept,

And aye her heart did rue;
At length he seized her lily-white hand,

And down the ladder he drew.

And thrice he clasped her to his breast,

And kissed her tenderly;
The tears that fell from her fair eyes

Ran like the fountain free.

He mounted himself on his steed so tall,

And her on a fair palfrey,
And slung his bugle about his neck,

And roundly they rode away..
All this beheard her own damsel,

In her bed whereas she lay;
Quoth she, “ My lord shall know of this,

So I shall have gold and fee.

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Awake, awake, thou baron bold !

Awake, my noble dame! Your daughter is filed with the Child of Elle,

To do thee deed of shame.”

The baron he woke, the baron he rose,

And called his merry men all : " And come thou forth, Sir John the knight;

Thy lady is carried to thrall."

me;

Fair Emmeline scarce had ridden a mile,

A mile forth of the town,
When she o'erheard her father's men

Come gallopping o'er the down;
And foremost came the carlish knight,

Sir John of the north country: “ Now stop, now stop, thou false traitor,

Nor carry that lady away;
For she is come of high lineage,

And was of a lady born,
And ill it beseems thee, a false churl's son,
To
carry

her hence to scorn.". "Now loud thou liest, Sir John the knight,

Now thou doest lie of
A knight me bred, and a lady me bore,

So never did none by thee.
But light now down, my lady fair,

Light down, and hold my steed,
While I and this discourteous knight

Do try this arduous deed.
But light now down, my dear lady,

Light down, and hold my horse,
While I and this discourteous knight

Do try our valour's force." Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept, And aye

her heart was wo; While 'twixt her love and the carlish knight

Passed many a baneful blow..
The Child of Elle he fought so well,

As his weapon he waved amain,
That soon he had slain the carlish knight,

And laid him on the plain.

And now the baron and all his men

Full fast approached nigh;
Ah what may Lady Emmeline do!

'Twere now no boot to fly.

Her lover he put his horn to his mouth,

And blew both loud and shrill; And soon he saw his own merry men

Come riding o'er the hill.
“ Now hold thy hand, thou bold baron;

I pray thee hold thy hand;
Nor ruthless rend two gentle hearts

Fast knit in true love's band.

Thy daughter I have dearly loved

Full long and many a day,
But with such love as holy kirk

Hath freely said we may.
Oh give consent she may be mine,

And bless a faithful pair;
My lands and livings are not small,

My house and lineage fair.
My mother she was an earl's daughter,

And a noble knight my sire.”
The baron he frowned, and turned away

With meikle dole and ire.

Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept,

And did all trembling stand:
At length she sprang upon her knee,

And held his lifted hand.

Pardon, my lord and father dear,

This fair young knight and me; Trust me, but for the carlish knight

I never had fled from thee.

Oft have you

called
your

Emmeline
Your darling and your joy;
Oh let not then your harsh resolves

Your Emmeline destroy!”

The baron he stroked his dark-brown cheek,

And turned his head aside,
To wipe away the starting tear

He proudly strove to hide.

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In deep revolving thought he stood,

And mused a little space;
Then raised fair Emmeline from the ground,

With many a fond embrace.
“Here, take her, Child of Elle,” he said,
And
gave

her lily-white hand;
“ Here, take my dear and only child,

And with her half my land.
Thy father once mine honour wronged,

In days of youthful pride;
Do thou the injury repair,

In fondness for thy bride,
And as thou love her, and hold her dear,

Heaven prosper thee and thine;
And now my blessing wend wi' thee,

My lovely Emmeline !"

YOUNG WATERS.
ABOUT Yule, when the wind blew cool,

And the round tables * began,
A-there is come to our king's court

Mony a weelfaured man.
The great, the great, together rode,

The sma came a' behind;
But wi' Young Waters, that brave knight,

There came a gay gathering.
The
queen

looked owre the castle wa',
Beheld both dale and down;
And there she saw Young Waters

Come riding to the town.
His footmen they did rin before,

His horsemen rode behind;
And a mantle o' the burnin' gowd

Did keep him frae the wind.
The horse Young Waters rode upon,

It cost him hunders nine;
For it was siller-shod before,

And gowd graith had behind. * The game of the Round Tables, a favourite amusement at the Scottish courts during the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries.

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