For all the gold that ever may be
From hethen[[60]] unto the worldès end,
Thou beest never betrayed for me;
Therefore with me I rede[[61]] thou wend."
She brought him again to Eildon tree,
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Underneath that greenwood spray.
In Huntlie banks is merry to be,
Where fowlès sing both night and day.[[62]]
"Farewell, Thomas, I wend my way,