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The New-Slain Knight
THE NEW-SLAIN KNIGHT
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My heart is lighter than the poll;My folly made me glad,
As on my rambles I went out,
Near by a garden-side.
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I walked on, and farther on,Love did my heart engage;
There I spied a well-faird maid,
Lay sleeping near a hedge.
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Then I kissd her with my lipsAnd stroked her with my hand:
‘Win up, win up, ye well-faird maid,
This day ye sleep oer lang.
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‘This dreary sight that I hae seenUnto my heart gives pain;
At the south side o your father's garden,
I see a knight lies slain.’
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‘O what like was his hawk, his hawk?Or what like was his hound?
And what like was the trusty brand
This new-slain knight had on?’
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‘His hawk and hound were from him gone,His steed tied to a tree;
A bloody brand beneath his head,
And on the ground lies he.’
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‘O what like was his hose, his hose?And what like were his shoon?
And what like was the gay clothing
This new-slain knight had on?’
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‘His coat was of the red scarlet,His waistcoat of the same;
His hose were of the bonny black,
And shoon laced with cordin.
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‘Bonny was his yellow hair,For it was new combd down;’
Then, sighing sair, said the lady fair,
‘I combd it late yestreen.
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‘O wha will shoe my fu fair foot?Or wha will glove my hand?
Or wha will father my dear bairn,
Since my love's dead and gane?’
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‘O I will shoe your fu fair foot,And I will glove your hand;
And I'll be father to your bairn,
Since your love's dead and gane.’
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‘I winna father my bairn,’ she said,‘Upon an unkent man;
I'll father it on the King of Heaven,
Since my love's dead and gane.’
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The knight he knackd his white fingers,The lady tore her hair;
He's drawn the mask from off his face,
Says, Lady, mourn nae mair.
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‘For ye are mine, and I am thine,I see your love is true;
And if I live and brook my life
Ye'se never hae cause to rue.’
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