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Offended with my question, in full choir, I answered: The all-potent, sole, imAnswered, "To find thy God thou must look higher."
I asked the heavens, sun, moon, and
The God thou seekest." I asked what
Could see or hear,-
What in the world I might descry or know
Above, below; With an unanimous voice, all these things said, "We are not God, but we by him were made."
Unspeakable, inscrutable, eternal,
The only terrible, strong, just, and true,
When any need to borrow aught,
We lend them what they do require:
Abroad amongst them then I go,
With pinchings, dreams, and ho, ho,
When lazy queans have naught to do,
1 mark their gloze,
I get me gone,
And leave them scolding, ho, ho, ho!
When men do traps and engines set
In loopholes, where the vermin creep, Who from their folds and houses get
And it disclose
The lady stood on her castle wa',
To them whom they have wrongéd so: There she was aware of a host of men
Came riding towards the town.
Their ducks and geese, and lambs and sheep;
I spy the gin,
And enter in,
And seem a vermin taken so;
But when they there
I leap out laughing, ho, ho, ho!
By wells and rills, in meadows green,
And babes new-born steal as we go;
And wend us laughing ho, ho, ho!
From hag-bred Merlin's time, have I
Thus nightly revelled to and fro; · And for my pranks men call me by The name of Robin Goodfellow. Fiends, ghosts, and sprites, Who haunt the nights,
The hags and goblins do me know;
My feats have told,
So vale, vale; ho, ho, ho!
EDOM O' GORDON.
IT fell about the Martinmas,
When the wind blew shrill and cauld, Said Edom o' Gordon to his men, "We maun draw to a hauld.
"And whatna hauld sall we draw to,
We will gae to the house of the Rodes,
"O see ye not, my merry men a',
She weened it had been her lovely lord,
It was the traitor, Edom o' Gordon,
She had nae sooner buskit hersell,
They had nae sooner supper set,
Nae sooner said the grace,
The lady ran up to her tower-head,
"Come doun to me, ye lady gay,
Come doun, come doun to me;
"I winna come down, ye fause Gordon,