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There lived a king in southern land

   King Edward hecht his name

Unwordily he wore the crown

   Till fifty years was gane.

He had a sister’s son o’s ain

   Was large o’ blood and bane

And afterwards when he came up,

   Young Edward hecht his name.

One day he came before the king,

   And kneeld low on his knee

A boon a boon my good uncle,

   I crave to ask of thee

“At our lang wars i’ fair Scotland

   I lang hae lang’d to be

If fifteen hunder wale wight men

   You’ll grant to ride wi’ me.”

“Thou sal hae thae thou sal hae mae

   I say it sickerly;