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Now when he came before the king,
He fell low on his knee;

The king he turn'd him round about,
And the saut tear blint his e'e.

"Win up, win up, my bonnie boy!
Gang frae my companie!

Ye look sae like my dear dauchter,
My heart will burst in three."

"If I look like your dear dauchter,
A wonder it is none:

If I look like your dear dauchter,
I am her eldest son."

"Will ye tell me, my little wee boy, Where may my Margaret be?"

"She's gist now standing at your yetts, And my six brothers her wi'."

"O where are a' my porter boys, That I pay meat and fee,

To open my yetts, baith wide and braid

Let her come in to me?"

When she came in before the king,

She fell low on her knee;

"Win up, win up, my dauchter dear,

This day ye'll dine wi' me."

"Ae bit I canna eat, father,

Nor ae drap can I drink,

Till I see my mither and sister dear,
For lang o' them I think."

When she came in before the queen,
She fell low on her knee:

"Win up, win up, my dauchter dear,
This day ye'se dine wi' me."

"Ae bit I canna eat, mither,

Nor ae drop can I drink, Until I see my dear sisterFor lang o' her I think."

And when her sister dear cam in,
She hailed her courteouslie:

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They searched the country wide and braid—

The forests far and near,

Till they found him into Elmond wood,

Tearing his yellow hair.

"Win up, win up, now, Hynde Etin-
Win up and boune wi' me;

We're messengers sent frae the court-
The king wants ye to see."

"O let him tak frae me the head,

Or hang me on a tree;

For sin I'se lost my dear Margaret,

Life's nae pleasure to me."

"Your head will nae be touched, Etin,

Nor hanged upon a tree;

Your leddy's in her father's court,

And all she wants is thee."

When in he came before the king,
He fell low on his knee;

"Win up, win up, now, Hynde Etin,

This day ye'se dine wi' me."

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And if the house be foul,
With platter, dish, or bowl,
Up stairs we nimbly creep,
And find the sluts asleep :

There we pinch their armes and thighes;
None escapes, nor none espies

But if the house be swept,
And from uncleanness kept,
We praise the household maid,
And duly she is paid;

For we use before we goe,
To drop a tester in her shoe.

Upon a mushroom's head
Our table-cloth we spread;
A grain of rye or wheat
Is manchet which we eat;
Pearly drops of dew we drink
In acorn cups fill'd to the brink.

The brains of nightingales,
With unctuous fat of snails,
Between two cockles stew'd,

Is meat that's easily chew'd;
Tailes of wormes, and marrow of mice,
Do make a dish that's wonderous nice.

The grasshopper, gnat, and fly
Serve for our minstrelsie;
Grace said, we dance awhile,

And so the time beguile :

And if the moone doth hide her head,
The gloe-worm lights us home to bed.

On tops of dewie grasse

So nimbly we do passe,

The young and tender stalk

Ne'er bends when we do walk;

Yet in the morning may be seene
Where we the night before have beene.

Anonymous, about the year 1600.

THE MERRY PRANKS OF ROBIN GOOD-FELLOW.

From Oberon, in fairy land,

The king of ghosts and shadowes there,

Mad Robin, I, at his command,

Am sent to viewe the night-sports here.
What revell rout

Is kept about

In every corner where I go,

I will o'ersee

And merrie be,

And make good sport with ho, ho, ho!

More swift than lightning can I flye

About the aery welkin soone,

And in a minute's space descrye

Each thing that's done belowe the moone.

There's not a hag

Or ghost shall wag,

Or cry 'ware goblins! where I go,

But Robin, I,

Their feates will spy,

And send them home with ho, ho, ho!

Whene'er such wanderers I meete,

As from their night-sports they trudge home,

With counterfeiting voice I greete,

And call them on with me to roame.

Thro' woods, thro' lakes,

Thro' bogs, thro' brakes;

Or else, unseene, with them I go,

All in the nicke,

To play some tricke,

And frolick it with ho, ho, ho!

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