‘If ye like na my visit in merry England,
In fair Scotland come visit me!’
45.
45.3 ‘trew,’ believe.
All sore astonished stood Lord Scroop,
He stood as still as rock of stane;
He scarcely dared to trew his eyes,
When thro’ the water they had gane.
46.
‘He is either himsell a devil frae hell,