Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

AND BALLADS. 91
If ze refufe my heigh command,
111 gar zour body bleid. 30
Gae bid hir take this gay mantel,
'Tis a' gowd bot the hem ;
Bid hir cum to the gude grene wode,
And bring nane bot hir lain :
And there it is, a filken farke, 35
Hir ain hand fewd the fleive ;
And bid hir cum to Gill Morice,
Speir nae bauld barons leave.
Yes, I will gae zour black errand,
Though it be to zour coft ; 40
Sen ze by me will nae be warn'd,
In it ze fall find froft.
The baron he is a man of might,
He neir could bide to taunt,
As ze will fee before its nicht, 45
How fma' ze hae to vaunt.
And fen I maun zour errand ria
Sae fair againft my will,
I'fe mak a vow and keip it trow,
It fall be done for ill. ^o
And quhen he came to broken brigue,
He bent his bow and fwam ;
And quhen came to grafs growing,
Set down his feet and ran.
And