He wadna ride wi’ me.’

‘O thy steed’s blude was ne’er sae red,

Nor e’er sae dear to me: 55

O what blude’s this upon your cheek?

O dear son, tell to me.’

‘It is the blude of my greyhound,

He wadna hunt for me.’

‘O thy hound’s blude was ne’er sae red, 60

Nor e’er sae dear to me:

O what blude’s this upon your hand?