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But when he came to the wedding house,
As I do understand;
There were four and twenty belted knights,
Sat at a table round.
They rose all to honour him,
For he was of high renown;
They rose all for to welcome him,
And bade him to sit down.
O meikle was the good red wine,
In silver cups did flow;
But aye she drank to Lamington,
For with him would she go.
O meikle was the good red wine,
In silver cups gaed round;
At length they began to whisper words,
None could them understand.
“O came ye here for sport, young man,
Or came ye here for play?
Or came ye for our bonnie bride,
On this her wedding day?”
“I came not here for sport,” he said,
“Neither did I for play;
But for one word o’ your bonnie bride.
I’ll mount and go away.”
They set her maids behind her,
To hear what they would say;
But the first question he ask’d at her,
Was always answered nay;
