Wi’ diamond rings they were covered a’.
‘Sair will they be, whae’er they be,
The hearts that live to weep for thee!’ 50
Then by there cam a harper fine,
That harpèd to the king at dine.
And, when he looked that lady on,
He sighed, and made a heavy moan.
He has ta’en three locks o’ her yellow hair, 55
And wi’ them strung his harp sae fair.
And he brought the harp to her father’s hall,