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14 But she's pitten her han in her pocket,
An gin the porter guineas three;
Says, Take ye that, ye proud porter,
An bid the bridegroom speak to me.'
15 O whan the porter came up the stair,
He's fa'n low down upon his knee:
'Won 7 up, won up, ye proud porter,
An what makes a' this courtesy?' 60

16 'O I've been porter at your gates
This mair nor seven years an three,
But there is a lady at them now
The like of whom I never did see.

17 For on every finger she has a ring,
An on the mid-finger she has three,
An there's as meikle goud aboon her
brow

As woud buy an earldome o lan to me.'
• given.
1 Get. 8 much gold.

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30 Tydings, tydings, Kyng Estmere!' What tydings nowe, my boye?' 120 'O tydinges I can tell to you, That will you sore annoye.

31 'You had not ridden scant a mile, A mile out of the towne,

But in did come the kyng of Spayne,

With kempës many a one.

32 But in did come the kyng of Spayne, With manye a bold barone, Tone daye to marrye King Adlands daughter,

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Tother daye to carry her home.

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33 My ladye fayre she greetes you well, And ever-more well by mee;

You must either turne againe and fighte,
Or goe home and loose your ladye.

34 Saies, 'Reade me, reade me, deere brother,

My reade shall ryse at thee,1
Whether it is better to turne and fighte,
Or home and loose my ladye.'
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35 Now hearken to me,' sayes Adler Yonge,
And your reade must rise at me; 140
I quicklye will devise a waye
To sette thy ladye free.

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