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He saw her face was fair and round,

Her lips like a large rose-leaf;

And her snow-white teeth so even showed,

Like ivory from their sheath.

There stood a tear in her dove-blue eye,

Her eye so mild and meek,

A large tear slowly left the lid,

And trickled down her cheek.

“Ye have the look that never lied,

And tho’ no fine your face,

Ye’ve pleasing sense and kindliness

Wi’ every modest grace.

“So bring to me the writing ink,

The paper and pen so fine;

And tho’ ye abide wi’ my enemy,

Ye’ll take my mother a line.”

She rolled it up so carefully,

The letter he writ so fair;

She had no silk, but she tied it with

A lock o’ her golden hair.

It was by cock-crowing the morn,

When Meg wi’ crippled feet,

Like one that had a long way walked

Came in, her sire to greet.

“Grant me another day,” she cried,

“For young Willie Scott his life;

And throw not by the chance, your Meg

Has to become a wife.”

Sir Gideon rubbed his hands in glee,

“I grant it for your sake;

But if he then refuse your hand,