The book of British ballads . Whar sail I get a bonny boy,That will win hose and shoen, That will gae to Lord Barnards ha,And bid his lady come ? And ye maun rin my errand, Willie,And ye maun rin wi speid ; When ither boys gang on their feet,Ye sail ha prancing steid. O, no! O, no! my master deir, I dar na for my life ;I 11 no gae to the bauld barons, For to triest furth his wife. My bird Willie, my boy Willie,My deir Willie ! he said, How can ye strive against the streim ?For I sail be obeyd. Bot O my master deir, he cryd, In grene wode ye re your lane ; Gi owr sic thochts I wold y

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The book of British ballads . Whar sail I get a bonny boy,That will win hose and shoen, That will gae to Lord Barnards ha,And bid his lady come ? And ye maun rin my errand, Willie,And ye maun rin wi speid ; When ither boys gang on their feet,Ye sail ha prancing steid. O, no! O, no! my master deir, I dar na for my life ;I 11 no gae to the bauld barons, For to triest furth his wife. My bird Willie, my boy Willie,My deir Willie ! he said, How can ye strive against the streim ?For I sail be obeyd. Bot O my master deir, he cryd, In grene wode ye re your lane ; Gi owr sic thochts I wold ye red,For feir ye sold be tane. Haste ! haste ! I say, gae to the ha,Bid her come here wi speid : If ye refuse my hie command,I 11 gar your body bleid. Gae bid her tak this gay mantel,T is a gowd but the hem; Bid her come to the gude grene wode,Ein by hersel alane ; And there it is, a silken sarke,Her ain hand sewd the sleeve; And bid her come to Gil Morrice,Speir nae bauld barons leive.

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