"Come here, come here, my little foot-page,
This gold I will give thee,
If ye will keep thir secrets close15
'Tween young Musgrave and me.
"But here I hae a little pen-knife,
Hings low down by my gare;
Gin ye winna keep thir secrets close,
Ye'll find it wonder sair."20
Then she's ta'en him to her chamber,
And down in her arms lay he:
The boy coost aff his hose and shoon,
And ran to fair Dundee.
When he cam to the wan water,25
He [slack'd] his bow and swam;
And when he cam to growin grass,
Set down his feet and ran.
And when he cam to fair Dundee,
Wad neither chap nor ca';30
But set his [brent] bow to his breast,
And merrily jump'd the wa'.
"O waken ye, waken ye, my good lord,
Waken, and come away!"—
"What ails, what ails my wee foot-page,35
He cries sae lang ere day.
"O is my bowers brent, my boy?
Or is my castle won?
Or has the lady that I lo'e best
Brought me a daughter or son?"40
"Your ha's are safe, your bowers are safe,
And free frae all alarms;
But, oh! the lady that ye lo'e best
Lies sound in Musgrave's arms."