But Huntly lap on his horse,
rade to the King:
“Ye’re welcome hame, Huntly,
and whare hae ye been?
“Where hae ye been?
and how hae ye sped?”
“I’ve killed the Earl o Murray
dead in his bed.”
“Foul fa you, Huntly!
and why did ye so?
You might have taen the Earl o Murray,
and saved his life too.”
“Her bread it’s to bake,
her yill is to brew;
My sister’s a widow,
and sair do I rue.
“Her corn grows ripe,
her meadows grow green,
But in bonnie Dinnibristle
I darena be seen.”
CLERK SAUNDERS
(Child, vol. iii.)
Clerk Saunders and may Margaret
Walked ower yon garden green;
And sad and heavy was the love
That fell thir twa between.
“A bed, a bed,” Clerk Saunders said,
“A bed for you and me!”
“Fye na, fye na,” said may Margaret,
“’Till anes we married be.
“For in may come my seven bauld brothers,
Wi’ torches burning bright;
They’ll say,—‘We hae but ae sister,
And behold she’s wi a knight!’”