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‘What news? what news,’ said Halliday,
‘Man, frae thy master unto me?’
‘Not as ye wad; seeking your aid;
The king’s his mortal enemie.’
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‘Aye, by my troth,’ quoth Halliday,
‘Even for that it repenteth me;
For, gif he lose fair Ettrick forest,
He’ll take fair Moffatdale frae me.