95 "Ye will tell to me this thing:—
What did yo wi' my wedding-ring?"
"Mother dear, I'll tell nae lie:
I gave it to a gay ladie.
"I would gie a' my ha's and towers,
100 I had this bird within my bowers."
"Keep well, keep well, your lands and strands,
Ye hae that bird within your hands.
"Now, my son, to your bower ye'll go:
Comfort your ladie, she's full o' woe."
105 Now when nine months were come and gane,
The lady she brought hame a son.
It was written on his breast-bane,
Lord Dingwall was his father's name.
He's ta'en his young son in his arms,
110 And aye he prais'd his lovely charms.
And he has gi'em him kisses three,
And doubled them ower to his ladie.