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

AND BALLADS, 127
Tis not thy father Philip ; ,
Nor yet thy brother John :
But tis thy true love Willie
From Scotland new come home.
O fweet Margret ! O dear Margret
I pray thee fpeak to mee :
Giye me my faith and troth, Margret, 1
As I gave it to thee.
Thy faith and troth thou'fe nevir get,
« Of me fhalt nevir win,'
Till that thou come within my bower,
And kifs my cheek and chin. 20
If I mould come within thy bower,
I am no earthly man :
And mould I kifs thy rofy lipp,
Thy days will not be lang.
O fweet Margret, O dear Margret, 2$
I pray thee fpeak to mee :
Give me my faith and troth, Margret,
As I gave it to thee.
Thy faith and troth thou'fe nevir get,
« Of me malt nevir win,' 3°
Till thou take me to yon kirk yard,
And wed me with a ring.
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