My sword, nor yet my spear;
But sair I mourn for my true love,
Wi' mony a bitter tear.
'But weel's me on you, my gay gos-hawk,
Ye can both speak and flie;
Ye sall carry a letter to my love,
Bring an answer back to me.'
Hardyknute, Sir Patrick Spence, and Gil Morrice, all open, it will be recollected, with the sending away of a message. Here is a fourth instance, very like one artist's work, truly.
The lover describes his mistress in terms recalling Bradislee:
'The red that is on my true love's cheek