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3 And when she came to the kinges court
She tirled at the pin,
And wha was there but the king himsel,
To lat this fair maid in!
4 'Now Christ you save, my lord,' she said,
'Now Christ you save and see;
There is a knicht into your court
This day has robbed me.
5 'He's na robbed me o my silken purse,
Nor o my white money,
But he's robbed me o my maidenheid,
The flower o my bodie.'
6 'O gin he be a single man,
Weel married sall ye be,
But an he be a married man,
He's hang upon a tree.'
7 Then he called up his merry men a',
By one, by two, and by three,
And William should a been the first,
But the hindmost man was he.
8 And he cam hirplin on a stick,
And blin upon an ee,
But sighand said that gay ladie,
That same man robbed me.
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9 'Gin I had drunk the wan water,
When I did drink the wine,
A cairdman's daughter
Should never be a true-love o mine.'
10 'Maybe I'm a cairdman's daughter,
And maybe I am nane;
But when ye did come to good green wood,
Ye sud hae latten me alane.'