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298 BLANCHEFLOUR AND JELLYFLORICE.
The queen she call'd her stable groom, To come to her right seen; ro
Says," Ye'll take out yon wild waith steed, And bring him to the green.
" Ye'll take the bridle frae his head,
The lighters frae his e'en; Ere she ride three times roun' the cross, n
Her weel days will be dune."
Jellyflorice his true love spy'd,
As she rade roun' the cross; And thrice he kiss'd her lovely lips,
And took her frae her horse. m
" Gang to your bower, my lily flower,
For a' my mother's spite; There's nae other amang her maids,
In whom I take delight.
" Ye are my jewel, and only ane, *
Nane's do you injury ; For ere this-day-month come and gang,
My wedded wife ye'se be." |
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