Then she sat down in her own room,
And sorrow lull'd her fast asleep;
And up it starts her own gude lord,
And even at that lady's feet.
45 "Take here the keys, Janet," he says,
"That ye threw deep, deep in the sea;
And ye'll relieve my merry young men,
For they've nane o' the swick o' me.
"They shot the shot, and drew the stroke,
50 And wad in red bluid to the knee;
Nae sailors mair for their lord coud do,
Nor my young men they did for me."
"I hae a question at you to ask,
Before that ye depart frae me;
55 You'll tell to me what day I'll die,
And what day will my burial be?"
"I hae nae mair o' God's power
Than he has granted unto me;
But come to heaven when ye will,
60 There porter to you I will be.
"But ye'll be wed to a finer knight
Than ever was in my degree;
Unto him ye'll hae children nine,
And six o' them will be ladies free.
65 "The other three will be bold young men,
To fight for king and countrie;
The ane a duke, the second a knight,
And third a laird o' lands sae free."