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The ladye's calld her bour-maiden,
That waiting was into her train;
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'Five thousand merks I will gie thee,
To sleep this night with my lord for me.'
19
When bells were rung, and mass was sayne,
And a' men unto bed were gane,
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Cospatrick and the bonny maid,
Into ae chamber they were laid.
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'Now, speak to me, blankets, and speak to me, bed,
And speak, thou sheet, inchanted web;
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'And speak up, my bonny brown sword, that winna lie,
Is this a true maiden that lies by me?'
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'It is not a maid that you hae wedded,
But it is a maid that you hae bedded.
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'It is a liel maiden that lies by thee,
But not the maiden that it should be.'
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O wrathfully he left the bed,
And wrathfully his claiths on did.
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And he has taen him thro the ha,
And on his mother he did ca.