Eld. That he does! The bonniest bird that ever sang in Greenot woods. Isn't Sir Roland a man, my lady?
Gla. By his cap and feather, I should not doubt it.
Eld. But a man you may look at, my lady!
Gla. Pray God I may, madam, for 'tis sad to be young and blind.
Eld. Ay, but when I look at Sir Roland I could sing again the song that got me a husband.
Gla. What song? I think you got him with your fair face and honest mind, and he took the song by way of grace with meat.
Eld. True, mistress, I was a fair, canny lass over the border.
Gla. And a fair, canny dame you are now, Eldra. But what was the song?
Eld. It was back summat ten jaunts o' the sun from Lammas to Lammas. I was standing on the rock hills over Logan frith wi' the green woods behind me an' lookin' out to sea. The waves were runnin' high, and the brine in my face gave me such a spirit that in a minute my bonnet was off and I was singing at the top of my voice—