XIII
‘Hold up, hold up, Lord William,’ she says,
‘For I fear that you are slain.’—
‘’Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak,
That shines in the water sae plain.’
‘Hold up, hold up, Lord William,’ she says,
‘For I fear that you are slain.’—
‘’Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak,
That shines in the water sae plain.’