And there saw his ladie braiding her hair.
39.
‘She was rantin’, and dancin’, and singin’ for joy,
And vowin’ that nicht she woud feest Inverey.
40.
‘She eat wi’ him, drank wi’ him, welcom’d him in,
Was kind to the man that had slain her baronne.’
41.
Up spake the son on the nourice’s knee,
‘Gin I live to be a man, revenged I’ll be.’