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From Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 124.
This fragment, Motherwell tells us, was communicated to him by an ingenious friend, who remembered having heard it sung in his youth. He does not vouch for its antiquity, and we have little or no hesitation in pronouncing it a modern composition.
Whan he cam to his ain luve's bouir,
He tirled at the pin, And sae ready was his fair fause luve
To rise and let him in.
" 0 welcome, welcome, Sir Roland," she says, " Thrice welcome thou art to me ; fl
For this night thou wilt feast in my secret bouir, Ajid to-morrow we'll wedded'be."