A little boy to the ha' was sent,
To bring her horse was his intent.
As she was riding the way along,
She began to make a heavy moan.
25 "What ails you, lady," the boy said,
"That ye seem sae dissatisfied?
"Are the bridle reins for you too strong?
Or the stirrups for you too long?"
"But, little boy, will ye tell me,
30 The fashions that are in your countrie?"
"The fashions in our ha' I'll tell,
And o' them a' I'll warn you well.
"When ye come in upon the floor,
His mither will meet you wi' a golden chair.
35 "But be ye maid, or be ye nane,
Unto the high seat make ye boun.
"Lord Dingwall aft has been beguil'd,
By girls whom young men hae defiled.
"He's cutted the paps frae their breast bane,