Scho tuke her sete at tabil heide,
With courtlye modestye,
Quhill ilken bosome byrnit with lufe
And waulit ilken ee.
Sueite wase hir voyce to all the ryng,
Unlesse the Lairde of Blain,
For he had hearit that very voyce,
From off his own herthe stene.
He barrit the doris and windois fast,
He barrit them to the jynne;