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‘So I shall, madam, an ye’s ha na mare to say,
For I ill dine we the markes of Huntly.’
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She did her to his servant-man,
I wat they caed him Peater Gordon:
‘Ye will ask my good lord if he will late me
We him a singel mille to ride [to London].’
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