"But to the high seat she made her boun',
60 Because a maiden she was nane."
"I wonder wha's tauld that gay ladie,
The fashion into our countrie."
"It is your little boy I blame,
Whom ye did send to bring her hame."
65 Then to the lady she did go,
And said, "O Lady, let me know
"Who has defiled your fair bodie?
Ye're the first that has beguiled me."
"O we were sisters, sisters seven,
70 The fairest women under heaven;
"And we kiest kevels us amang,
Wha wou'd to the grenewood gang;
"For to pu' the finest flowers,
To put around our summer bowers.
75 "I was the youngest o' them a',
The hardest fortune did me befa'.