LXVIII
The keys of the castle he gave the King,
Wi’ the blessing o’ his fair ladye;
He was made sheriff of Ettrick Forest,
Surely while upward grows the tree;
And if he was na traitor to the King,
Forfaulted he suld never be.
The keys of the castle he gave the King,
Wi’ the blessing o’ his fair ladye;
He was made sheriff of Ettrick Forest,
Surely while upward grows the tree;
And if he was na traitor to the King,
Forfaulted he suld never be.