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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344311" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Willie's Ladye</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Willie has ta'en him o'er the faem,<br>He's wooed a wife, and brought her hame;<br>He's wooed her for her yellow hair,<br>But his mother wrought her meikle care;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And meikle dolour gar'd her dree,<br>For lighter she can never be;<br>But in her bow'r she sits with pain,<br>And Willie mourns o'er her in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And to his mother he has gane,<br>That vile rank witch, of vilest kind!<br>He says--'My lady has a cup,<br>With gowd and silver set about;<br>This gudely gift shall be your ain,<br>And let her be lighter of her bairn.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Of her bairn she's never be lighter,<br>Nor in her bow'r to shine the brighter<br>But she shall die, and turn to clay,<br>And you shall wed another may.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Another may I'll never wed,<br>Another may I'll never bring hame.'<br>But, sighing, said that weary wight--<br>'I wish my life were at an end.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet gae ye to your mother again,<br>That vile rank witch, of vilest kind<br>And say, your ladye has a steed,<br>The like of him's no in the land of Leed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For he is silver shod before,<br>And he is gowden shod behind;<br>At every tuft of that horse mane<br>There's a golden chess, and a bell to ring.<br>This gudely gift shall be her ain,<br>And let me be lighter of my bairn.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Of her young bairn she's ne'er be lighter,<br>Nor in her bow'r to shine the brighter;<br>But she shall die, and turn to clay,<br>And ye shall wed another may.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Another may I'll never wed,<br>Another may I'll never bring hame.'<br>But, sighing, said that weary wight--<br>I wish my life were at an end!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet gae ye to your mother again,<br>That vile rank witch, of rankest kind!<br>And say, your ladye has a girdle,<br>It's all red gowd to the middle;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And aye, at ilka siller hem,<br>Hang fifty siller bells and ten;<br>This gudely gift shall be her ain,<br>And let me be lighter of my bairn.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Of her young bairn she's ne'er be lighter,<br>Nor in your bow'r to shine the brighter;<br>For she shall die, and turn to clay,<br>And thou shall wed another may.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Another may I'll never wed,<br>Another may I'll never bring hame.'<br>But, sighing, said that weary wight--<br>'I wish my days were at an end!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out and spak the Billy Blind,<br>He spak aye in good time [his mind]:-<br>'Yet gae ye to the market place,<br>And there do buy a loaf of wace;<br>Do shape it bairn and bairnly like,<br>And in it two glassen een you'll put.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, wha has loosed the nine witch-knots<br>That were amang that ladye's locks?<br>And wha's ta'en out the kames of care,<br>That were amang that ladye's hair?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And wha has ta'en down that bush of woodbine<br>That hung between her bow'r and mine?<br>And wha has kill'd the master kid<br>That ran beneath that ladye's bed?<br>And wha has loosed her left foot shee,<br>And let that ladye lighter be?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Syne, Willie's loosed the nine witch-knots<br>That were amang that ladye's locks;<br>And Willie's ta'en out the kames of care<br>That were into that ladye's hair;<br>And he's ta'en down the bush of woodbine,<br>Hung atween her bow'r and the witch carline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he has killed the master kid<br>That ran beneath that ladye's bed;<br>And he has loosed her left foot shee,<br>And latten that ladye lighter be;<br>And now he has gotten a bonnie son,<br>And meikle grace be him upon.</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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He's wooed a wife, and brought her hame;
He's wooed her for her yellow hair,
But his mother wrought her meikle care;

And meikle dolour gar'd her dree,
For lighter she can never be;
But in her bow'r she sits wit..."></div>
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