And left his seven bairns to stay

Wi' their mither at home.

"I'll tell you, mither," quoth the auldest son, wadna angry be;"

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Now when he came before the king,

He fell low on his knee;

The king he turn'd him round about,
And the saut tear blint his e'e.

"Win up, win up, my bonnie boy!
Gang frae my companie!

Ye look sae like my dear dauchter,
My heart will burst in three."

"If I look like your dear dauchter,
A wonder it is none:

If I look like your dear dauchter,
I am her eldest son."

"Will ye tell me, my little wee boy,

Where may my Margaret be?"

"She's gist now standing at your yetts, And my six brothers her wi'."

"O where are a' my porter boys, That I pay meat and fee,

To open my yetts, baith wide and braid

Let her come in to me!"

When she came in before the king,

She fell low on her knee;

"Win up, win up, my dauchter dear,

This day ye'll dine wi' me."

"Ae bit I canna eat, father,

Nor ae drap can I drink,

Till I see my mither and sister dear,
For lang o' them I think."

When she came in before the queen,
She fell low on her knee:

"Win up, win up, my dauchter dear,
This day ye'se dine wi' me."

"Ae bit I canna eat, mither,

Nor ae drop can I drink, Until I see my dear sisterFor lang o' her I think."

And when her sister dear cam in,
She hailed her courteouslie:

Come ben, come ben, my sister dear,
This day ye'se dine wi' me."

"Ae bit I canna eat, sister,

Nor ae drop can I drink, Until I see my dear husband, For lang o' him I think."

"O where are all my rangers bold,
That I pay meat and fee,

To search the forest far and wide,
And bring Etin to me?"

But out then spak the little wee boy,
"Na, na, this maunna be;
Without ye grant a free pardon,
I hope ye'll nae him see."

"O here I grant a free pardon,

Weel sealed by my own hand,

And see make search for Hynde Etin,

As sure as e'er ye can."

They searched the country wide and braid

The forests far and near,

Till they found him into Elmond wood,

Tearing his yellow hair.

"Win up, win up, now, Hynde Etin

Win up and boune wi' me;

We're messengers sent frae the court

The king wants ye to see."

"O let him tak frae me the head,

Or hang me on a tree;

For sin I'se lost my dear Margaret,

Life's nae pleasure to me."

"Your head will nae be touched, Etin,

Nor hanged upon a tree;

Your leddy's in her father's court,

And all she wants is thee."

When in he came before the king,

He fell low on his knee;

"Win up, win up, now, Hynde Etin,

This day ye'se dine wi' me."

But as they were at dinner set,
The boy asked a boon:

"I wis we were in the good kirk,
For to get Christendoun.

“We hae liv'd in gude greenwood
This seven years and ane;
But a' this time, sin e'er I mind,
Were ne'er a church within."

"Your asking's nae sae great, my boy,
But granted it sall be;

This day to gude church ye sall gang,
And your mither sall gang ye wi'."

When unto the gude church she cam,
She at the door did stan';

She was sae sair sunk down wi' shame,
She waldna come far'r ben,

Then out it speaks the parish priest

A good auld man was he:

"Come ben, come ben, my lily flouir,
Present your babes to me."

But they staid lang in royal court,
Wi' mirth and high renown;

And when her father was deceased,
She was heir o' his crown.

THE FAIRY QUEEN.

Come follow me, follow me,

You fairy elves that be-
Which circle on the greene,

Come follow Mab your Queene.
Hand in hand let's dance around,
For this place is fairy ground.

When mortals are at rest,
And snoring in their nest,
Unheard and unespy'd

Through key-holes we do glide;
Over tables, stools, and shelves,

We trip it with our fairy elves.

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