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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344277" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rose The Red And White Lily</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Rose the Red and White Lilly,<br>Their mother dear was dead,<br>And their father married an ill woman,<br>Wishd them twa little guede.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet she had twa as fu fair sons<br>As eer brake manis bread,<br>And the tane of them loed her White Lilly,<br>And the tither lood Rose the Red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, biggit ha they a bigly bowr,<br>And strawn it oer wi san,<br>And there was mair mirth i the ladies' bowr<br>Than in a' their father's lan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But out it spake their step-mother,<br>Wha stood a little foreby:<br>'I hope to live and play the prank<br>Sal gar your loud sang ly.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's calld upon her eldest son:<br>'Come here, my son, to me;<br>It fears me sair, my eldest son,<br>That ye maun sail the sea.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gin it fear you sair, my mither dear,<br>Your bidding I maun dee;<br>But be never war to Rose the Red<br>Than ye ha been to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O had your tongue, my eldest son,<br>For sma sal be her part;<br>You'll nae get a kiss o her comely mouth<br>Gin your very fair heart should break.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's calld upon her youngest son:<br>'Come here, my son, to me;<br>It fears me sair, my youngest son,<br>That ye maun sail the sea.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gin it fear you sair, my mither dear,<br>Your bidding I maun dee;<br>But be never war to White Lilly<br>Than ye ha been to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O haud your tongue, my youngest son,<br>For sma sall be her part;<br>You'll neer get a kiss o her comely mouth<br>Tho your very fair heart should break.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Rose the Red and White Lilly<br>Saw their twa loves were gane,<br>Then stopped ha they their loud, loud sang,<br>And tane up the still moarnin;<br>And their step-mother stood listnin by,<br>To hear the ladies' mean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out it spake her, White Lily;<br>'My sister, we'll be gane;<br>Why shou'd we stay in Barnsdale,<br>To waste our youth in pain?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then cutted ha they their green cloathing,<br>A little below their knee;<br>And sae ha they their yallow hair,<br>A little aboon there bree;<br>And they've doen them to haely chapel<br>Was christened by Our Ladye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There ha they changed their ain twa names,<br>Sae far frae ony town;<br>And the tane o them hight Sweet Willy,<br>And the tither o them Roge the Roun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Between this twa a vow was made,<br>An they sware it to fulfil;<br>That at three blasts o a buglehorn,<br>She'd come her sister till.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Sweet Willy's gane to the kingis court,<br>Her true-love for to see,<br>And Roge the Roun to good green wood,<br>Brown Robin's man to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As it fell out upon a day,<br>They a did put the stane;<br>Full seven foot ayont them a<br>She gard the puttin-stane gang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She leand her back against an oak,<br>And gae a loud Ohone!<br>Then out it spake him Brown Robin,<br>'But that's a woman's moan!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, ken ye by my red rose lip?<br>Or by my yallow hair;<br>Or ken ye by my milk-white breast?<br>For ye never saw it bare?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I ken no by your red rose lip,<br>Nor by your yallow hair;<br>Nor ken I by your milk-white breast,<br>For I never saw it bare;<br>But, come to your bowr whaever sae likes,<br>Will find a ladye there.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, gin ye come to my bowr within,<br>Thro fraud, deceit, or guile,<br>Wi this same bran that's in my han<br>I swear I will thee kill.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But I will come thy bowr within,<br>An spear nae leave,' quoth he;<br>'An this same bran that's i my ban,<br>I sall ware back on the.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">About the tenth hour of the night,<br>The ladie's bowr door was broken,<br>An eer the first hour of the day<br>The bonny knave bairn was gotten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When days were gane and months were run,<br>The ladye took travailing,<br>And sair she cry'd for a bow'r-woman,<br>For to wait her upon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out it spake him, Brown Robin:<br>'Now what needs a' this din?<br>For what coud any woman do<br>But I coud do the same?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas never my mither's fashion,' she says,<br>'Nor sall it ever be mine,<br>That belted knights shoud eer remain<br>Where ladies dreed their pine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But ye take up that bugle-horn,<br>An blaw a blast for me;<br>I ha a brother i the kingis court<br>Will come me quickly ti.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O gin ye ha a brither on earth<br>That ye love better nor me,<br>Ye blaw the horn yoursel,' he says,<br>'For ae blast I winna gie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's set the horn till her mouth,<br>And she's blawn three blasts sae shrill;<br>Sweet Willy heard i the kingis court,<br>And came her quickly till.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up it started Brown Robin,<br>An an angry man was he:<br>'There comes nae man this bowr within<br>But first must fight wi me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O they hae fought that bowr within<br>Till the sun was gaing down,<br>Till drops o blude frae Rose the Red<br>Cam trailing to the groun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She leand her back against the wa,<br>Says, 'Robin, let a' be;<br>For it is a lady born and bred<br>That's foughten sae well wi thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O seven foot he lap a back;<br>Says, 'Alas, and wae is me!<br>I never wisht in a' my life,<br>A woman's blude to see;<br>An ae for the sake of ae fair maid<br>Whose name was White Lilly.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out it spake her White Lilly,<br>An a hearty laugh laugh she:<br>'She's lived wi you this year an mair,<br>Tho ye kenntna it was she.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now word has gane thro a' the lan,<br>Before a month was done,<br>That Brown Robin's man, in good green wood,<br>Had born a bonny young son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The word has gane to the kingis court,<br>An to the king himsel;<br>'Now, by my fay,' the king could say,<br>'The like was never heard tell!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out it spake him Bold Arthur,<br>An a hearty laugh laugh he:<br>'I trow some may has playd the loun,<br>And fled her ain country.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Bring me my steed,' then cry'd the king,<br>'My bow and arrows keen;<br>I'll ride mysel to good green wood,<br>An see what's to be seen.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'An't please your grace,' said Bold Arthur,<br>'My liege, I'll gang you wi,<br>An try to fin a little foot-page,<br>That's strayd awa frae me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O they've hunted i the good green wood<br>The buck but an the rae,<br>An they drew near Brown Robin's bowr,<br>About the close of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out it spake the king in hast,<br>Says, 'Arthur look an see<br>Gin that be no your little foot-page<br>That leans against yon tree.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Arthur took his bugle-horn,<br>An blew a blast sae shrill;<br>Sweet Willy started at the sound,<br>An ran him quickly till.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O wanted ye your meat, Willy?<br>Or wanted ye your fee?<br>Or gat ye ever an angry word,<br>That ye ran awa frae me?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I wanted nought, my master dear;<br>To me ye ay was good;<br>I came but to see my ae brother,<br>That wons in this green wood.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out it spake the king again,<br>Says, 'Bonny boy, tell to me,<br>Wha lives into yon bigly bowr,<br>Stands by yon green oak tree?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, pardon me,' says Sweet Willie,<br>'My liege, I dare no tell;<br>An I pray you go no near that bowr,<br>For fear they do you fell.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, haud your tongue, my bonny boy,<br>For I winna be said nay;<br>But I will gang that bowr within,<br>Betide me weal or wae.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They've lighted off their milk-white steeds,<br>An saftly enterd in,<br>And there they saw her White Lilly,<br>Nursing her bonny young son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, by the rood,' the king coud say,<br>'This is a comely sight;<br>I trow, instead of a forrester's man,<br>This is a lady bright!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out it spake her, Rose the Red,<br>An fell low down on her knee:<br>'Oh, pardon us, my gracious liege,<br>An our story I'll tell thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Our father was a wealthy lord,<br>That wond in Barnsdale;<br>But we had a wicked step-mother,<br>That wrought us meickle bale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet she had twa as fu fair sons<br>As ever the sun did see,<br>An the tane of them lood my sister dear,<br>An the tother said he lood me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out it spake him Bold Arthur,<br>As by the king he stood:<br>'Now, by the faith o my body,<br>This shoud be Rose the Red!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then in it came him Brown Robin,<br>Frae hunting O the deer;<br>But whan he saw the king was there,<br>He started back for fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king has taen him by the hand,<br>An bide him naithing dread;<br>Says, 'Ye maun leave the good greenwood,<br>Come to the court wi speed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up he took White Lilly's son,<br>An set him on his knee;<br>Says--'Gin ye live to wield a bran,<br>My bowman ye sall bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king he sent for robes of green,<br>An girdles o shinning gold;<br>He gart the ladies be arrayd<br>Most comely to behold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They've done them unto Mary kirk,<br>An there gat fair wedding,<br>An fan the news spread oer the lan,<br>For joy the bells did ring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out it spake her Rose the Red,<br>An a hearty laugh laugh she:<br>'I wonder what would our step-dame say,<br>Gin she his sight did see!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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Their mother dear was dead,
And their father married an ill woman,
Wishd them twa little guede.

Yet she had twa as fu fair sons
As eer brake manis bread,
And the tane of them loed her White Lilly,
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