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And he has ta'en Gill Morice's head
And set it on a spear;
The meanest man in a' his train,
Has got the head to bear.
Add he has ta'en Gill Morice up,
Laid him across his steed,
And brought him to his painted bower,
And laid him on a bed,
The lady sat on castle wa',
Beheld baith dale and down,
And there she saw Gill Morice's head
Come trailing to the town.
"Far mair I lo'e that bloody head,
But, and that bloody hair,
Than Lord Barnard and a' his lands,
As they lie here and there."
And she has ta'en Gill Morice,
And kiss'd baith mouth and chin,
"I once was as fu' of Gill Morice,
As hip is o' the stane.
I got thee in my father's house,
Wi' muckle grief and shame,
And brought thee up in green wood,
Under the heavy rain,
Oft have I by thy cradle sat,
And soundly seen thee sleep,
But now I'll go about thy grave,
The sa't tears for to weep;"
And first she kiss’d his bloody cheek,
And syne his bloody chin;
"Better I lo'e my Gill Morice,

Than a' my kith and kin!