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(Lonely dreamers are bound,
A sweeter evil ne'er found).

True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;
A ferlie he spied we' his e'e;
And there he saw a ladye bright
Down by the Eildon Tree.

Her mantle o' the velvet fyne;
At ilka tett o' her horse's mane,
Hung fifty siller bells and nine.
True Thomas he pu'd aff his cap,
And louted down on his knee

'Hail to thee Mary, Queen of Heaven!
For thy peer on earth could never be.
'O no, O no, Thomas' she said,
'That name does not belong to me;

That am hither come to visit thee
'Harp and carp, Thomas,' she said;
'Harp and carp along we' me;
And if ye dare to kiss my lips,
Sure of your body I will be

'Betide me weal, betide me woe
That weird shall never daunten me.'
Syne he has kiss'd her rosy lips,
Underneath the Eildon Tree.

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