King o' Luve Eastmuir king and Wastmuir king And King o' Luve, a' three It's they cast kevils them amang Aboot a gay lady Eastmuir king, he won the gold And Westmuir king, the fee But the King o' Luve, wi' his lands sae broad He's won the fair lady These twa kings, they made an oath That be it as it may They would slay him, King o' Luve Upon his wedding day Eastmuir king, he broke his oath An sair penance did he But Westmuir king, he made it oot An' an ill death may he die Child #89 recorded by Hermes Nye on Ballad Reliques SOF
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