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parke is wyde and broad, And grass growes greene in our countrye; ?? parke is wyde and broad, And grass growes greene in our countrye; Eche man can gett the loue of his ladye, But alas, I can gett none of mine! Itt's by two men I sing my song, Their names is William Stewart and Iohn; William he is the elder brother, But Iohn hee is the wiser man. But William he is in care-bed layd, And for the loue of a faire ladye; If he haue not the loue of the Erle of Mar's daughter, In faith for loue that he must dye. faith for loue that he must dye. Then Iohn was sorry for his brother, To see him lye and languish soe: 'What do you mourne for, brother?' he saies, 'I pray you tell to me your woe. 'Doe [you] mourne for gold, brother?' he saies, 'Or doe you mourne for fee? Or doe you mourne for a likesome ladye, 'Or doe you mourne for fee? Or doe you mourne for a likesome ladye, You neuer saw her with your eye?' Or doe you mourne for a likesome ladye, You neuer saw her with your eye?' Or doe you mourne for a likesome ladye, You neuer saw her with your eye?' Or doe you mourne for a likesome ladye, You neuer saw her with your eye?' 'I doe not mourne for gold,' he saies, 'Nor I doe not mourne for any fee; But I doe mourne for a likesome ladye, I neere blinke on her with mine eye.' 'But when haruest is gotten, my deere brother-+- All this is true that I tell thee-+- Gentlemen, they loue hunting well, And giue wight-men their cloth and fee. 'Then I'le goe a wooing for thy sake, In all the speed that I can gone, And for to see this likesome ladye, And hope to send thee good tydings home.' Iohn Stewart is gone a wooing for his brother, Soe farr into faire Scottland, And left his brother in mikle feare, Vntill he heard the good tydand. And when he came to the Erle of Mar's his house, Soe well he could his curtesye, And when he came before the erle, He kneeled low downe vpon his knee. 'O rise vp, rise vp, Iohn Steward, Rise vp, now, I doe bidd thee; ??'O rise vp, rise vp, Iohn Steward, Rise vp, now, I doe bidd thee; How doth thy father, Iohn Stewart, And all the lords in his countrye?' 'And itt please you, my lord, my father is dead; My brother and I cannott agree; My brother and I am fallen att discord, And I am come to craue a service of thee.' 'O welcome, welcome, Iohn Stewart, A welcome man thou art to me; I'le make thee chamberlaine to my daughter, And for to tend of that ladye soe free. 'And if thou wilt haue a better office, Aske, and thou shall haue itt of mee; And where I giue other men a penny of wage, Inffaith, Iohn, thou shalt haue three.' And then bespake him Iohn Stewart, And these were the words said hee: There is no office in your court This day that better pleaseth mee. The Ffryday is gone, the Sunday is come-+- All this is true that I doe say-+- And to the church that they be gone, Iohn Stewart and the lady gay. And as they did come home againe-+- I-wis itt was a meeten mile-+- Iohn Stewart and the lady gay. They thought itt but a [little] while. 'I am a messenger, ladye,' he saies, 'I am a messenger to thee:' 'O speake for thy selfe, Iohn Stewart,' shee saies, 'A welcome man that thou shalt bee.' 'Nay, by my faith,' saies Iohn Stewart, 'Which euer, alas that may not bee! He hath a higher degree in honour, Allas, ladye, then euer I! 'He is a lord now borne by birth, And an erle affter his father doth dye; His haire is yellow, his eyes beene gray; All this is true that I tell yee. 'He is fine in the middle, and small in the wast, And pleasant in a woman's eye; And more nor this, he dyes for your loue, Therefore, lady, show some pittye.' 'If this be soe,' then saies the lady, 'If this be true that thou tells mee, By my faith then, Iohn Stewart, I can loue him hartilye. 'Bidd him meete me att St Patr[i]cke's Church On Sunday after St Andrew's day; The flower of Scottland will be there, And then begins our summer's play. 'And bidd him bring with him a hundred gunners, And rawnke ryders lett them bee, And lett them bee of the rankest ryders Thatbe to be found in that countrye. 'They best and worst, and all in like, Bidd him cloth them in one liuerye; And for his men, greene is the best, And greene now lett their liueryes bee. 'And clothe himselfe in scarlett redd, Thatis soe seemlye for to see; Ffor scarlett is a faire coulour, And pleasant allwayes in a woman's eye. 'He must play sixteene games att ball, Against the men of this countrye, And if he winn the greater part, Then I shall love him more tenderlye.' What the lady said, Iohn Stewart writt, And to Argyle Castle sent it hee; And [when] Willie Steward saw the letter, Fforth of care-bed then lope hee.