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‘Bid him be gude to his lordis at hame,
For Edinburgh my lord sall never see:’
James tuke his leave of the Outlaw keene,
To Edinburgh boun is he.
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And when he came before the king,
He fell before him on his knie:
‘Wellcum, James Boyd,’ said the nobil king,
‘What foreste is Etrick forest frie?’