And a Giant that was both stiff [and stark]

He leap'd now them among :

And upon his swire five heads he bare,—
Unmakely made [and strong].".

And he drank then of the King's wine,
And he put the cup in his sleeve ;
And all they trembled and were wan
For fear he should them grieve.

"I'll tell thee mine errand, King!" he says,—
"Mine errand what I do here:
For I will burn thy temples high,
Or I'll have thy daughter dear,
Or else on yonder moor so broad
Thou shalt find me a peer."

The King he turn'd him round about

(Lord! in heart he was woe),

Says "Is there no knight of the Round Table This matter will undergo ?

"Ay! and he shall have my broad lands
And keep them well his life ;

Ay! and so he shall my daughter dear,
To be his wedded wife."

And then stood up Sir Cawline,

His own errand for to say:

"I would to God, Sir!" said Sir Cawline,— "That Soldan I will essay.

"Go fetch me down my Eldridge sword! For I won it at fray."

"But away! away" said the hend Soldan,"Thou tarriest me here all day."

The hend Soldan and Sir Cawline,
They fought a summer's day;

Now has he slain that hend Soldan,
And brought his five heads away.

And the king has betaken him his broad lands And all his venison

[Again something missing.]

"But take you to your lands [so] broad,
And brook them well your life!

For you promised me your daughter dear
To be my wedded wife."

"Now by my faith," then says our King,—
"For that we will not strive;

For thou shalt have my daughter dear
To be thy wedded wife.”-

The other morning Sir Cawline rose
By the dawning of the day,
And unto a garden he did go,

His matins for to say;

And that bespied a false steward,—
A shame's death that he might die!

And he let a lion out of a band,

Sir Cawline for to tear;

And he had no weapon him upon,

Nor no weapon did wear.

But he took then his mantle of green,
In the lion's mouth it thrust;

He held the lion so sore to the wall
Till the lion's heart it brast.

And the watchmen cried upon the walls

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And said " Sir Cawline's slain !"

Then the King's daughter she fell down : "For peerless is my pain."

"O peace, my Lady!" says Sir Cawline,— I have bought thy love full dear.

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O peace, my Lady!" says Sir Cawline,"Peace, Lady! for I am here."

Then he did marry this King's daughter,
With gold and silver bright;

And fifteen sons this lady bare
To Sir Cawline the knight.

THE EARL OF MAR'S DAUGHTER.

It was intill a pleasant time,

Upon a simmer's day,

The noble Earl of Mar's daughter
Went forth to sport and play.

And as she play'd and sported
Below a green aik tree,
There she saw a sprightly doo
Set on a branch sae hie.

"O Coo-my-doo! my Love sae true!
If ye'll come down to me,
Ye'se hae a cage o' gude red gowd
Instead o' simple tree.

"I'll tak' ye hame and pet ye well
Within my bower and ha';
I'll gar ye shine as fair a bird
As ony o' them a'.”

And she hadna these words well spoke,
Nor yet these words well said,

Till Coo-my-doo flew frae the branch
And lighted on her head.

Then she has brought this pretty bird
Hame to her bower and ha';

And made him shine as fair a bird
As ony o' them a'.

When day was gane and night was come,
About the evening tide,

This lady spied a bonny youth

Stand straight up by her side.

"O whence came ye? young man!" she said,—

"To put me into fear.

My door was bolted right secure :
What way hae ye come here?"

"O haud your tongue, ye lady fair!
Let a' your folly be!

Mind ye not on your turtle-doo
Ye coax'd from aff the tree?

"O, wha are ye? young man!" she said,—
What country come ye frae?"
"I flew across the sea," he said,—

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"'Twas but this verra day.

My mither is a Queen," he says,— "Likewise of magic skill:

'Twas she that turn'd me in a doo,
To fly where'er I will.

"And it was but this verra day
That I came owre the sea:
I loved you at a single look,
With you I'll live and dee."

'O Coo-my-doo! my Love sae true!
Nae mair frae me ye’se gae.”
"That's never my intent, my Love!
As ye said, it shall be sae."

There he has lived in bower wi' her
For sax lang years and ane,

Till sax young sons to him she bare,

And the seventh she's brought hame.

But aye as soon's a child was born

He carried them away,

And brought them to his mither's care, As fast as he could fly.

Thus has he stay'd in bower wi' her

For seven years and mair,

Till there came a lord o' high renown
To court that lady fair.

But still his proffers she refused,
And a' his presents too;
Says " I'm content to live alane
Wi' my bird Coo-my-doo."

Her father sware an angry oath,
He sware it wi' full will—
"To-morrow ere I eat or drink
That bird I'll surely kill."

The bird was sitting in his cage,
And heard what he did say ;
He jump'd upon the window sill,-
"'Tis time I was away."

Then Coo-my-doo took flight and flew

Beyond the raging sea;
And lighted at his mither's castle

Upon a tower sae hie.

The Queen his mither was walking out,

To see what she could see,

And there she saw her darling son
Set on the tower sae hie.

"Get dancers here to dance," she said,"And minstrels for to play! For here's my dear son Florentine Come back wi' me to stay."