Minstrelsy of the Scottish border - National Library of Scotland

54 MINSTRELSY OF
" Seven king's daughters has our lord wedded,
" And seven king's daughters has our lord bedded
" But he's cutted their breasts frae their breast-bane,
" And sent them mourning hame again.
" Yet, gin you're sure that you're a maid,
" Ye may gae safely to his bed ;
" But gif o' that ye be na sure,
" Then hire some damsell o' your bour."
The ladye's called her bour maiden.
That waiting was into her train ;
" Five thousand merks I'll gie to thee,
" To sleep this night with my loi'd for me."
And a' men unto bed were gane,
Cospatrick and the bonny maid.
Into ae chamber they were laid.
Now, speak to me, blankets, and speak to me, bed,
And speak, thou sheet, enchanted web
And speak up, my bonny brown sword, that winna lie,
Is this a ti-ue maiden that lies by me ?"
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