Then he is to his mother gane,
Fell low down on his knee:
‘O shall I marry Burd Isbel?
She’s born a son to me.’
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‘O marry, marry Burd Isbel,
Or use her as ye like;
Ye’ll gar her wear the silks sae red,
And sae may ye the white.
O would ye marry Burd Isbel,