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The midmost had a graceful mien,
But the youngest lookd like beautie's queen.
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The knight bowd low to a' the three,
But to the youngest he bent his knee.
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The ladie turned her head aside,
The knight he woo'd her to be his bride.
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The ladie blushd a rosy red,
And sayd, 'Sir knight, I'm too young to wed.'
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'O ladie fair, give me your hand,
And I'll make you ladie of a' my land.'
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'Sir knight, ere ye my favor win,
You maun get consent frae a' my kin.'
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He's got consent frae her parents dear,
And likewise frae her sisters fair.
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He's got consent frae her kin each one,
But forgot to spiek to her brother John.
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Now, when the wedding day was come,
The knight would take his bonny bride home.
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And many a lord and many a knight
Came to behold that ladie bright.