And hald of him this forest frie;
And gif you refuse to do this,
He’ll conquess both thy landis and thee;
He has vowd to cast thy castell down,
And make a widow of thy gaye ladie.
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‘He’ll hang thy merrie men pair by pair,
In ony frith where he may them finde;’
‘Aye, by my troth,’ the Outlaw said,
‘Then wad I think me far behinde.