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The sleuthest hawk o' Sillarwood
On dainty flesh wud dine! '
'Weel met, weel met,' the Ettin said,
'For ae kiss o' that hand,
I wud na grudge my kist o' gold
And forty fees o' land!
'Weel met, weel met,' the Ettin said,
'For ae kiss o' that cheek,
I'll big a bower wi' precious stanes,
The red gold sal it theik:
'Weel met, weel met,' the Ettin said,
'For ae kiss o' thy chin,
I'll welcome thee to Sillarwood
And a' that grows therein!'
'If ye may leese me Sillarwood
Wi' a' that grows therein,
Ye're free to kiss my cheek,' she said,
'Ye're free to kiss my chin—
The Knicht that hechts me Sillarwood
My maiden thocht sal win!
'My luve I've laid on Sillarwood—
Its bonnie aiken tree—
