He left the black into the slap,55
The broun into the brae;
But fair fa' that bonnie apple-gray
That carried this gay lord away!
"Beet on, beet on, my brother dear,
I value you not one straw;60
For yonder comes my ain true luve,
I hear his horn blaw.
"Beet on, beet on, my father dear,
I value you not a pin;
For yonder comes my ain true luve,65
I hear his bridle ring."
He took a little horn out of his pocket,
And he blew't baith loud and schill;
And wi' the little life that was in her,
She hearken'd to it full weel.70
But when he came into the place,
He lap unto the wa';
He thought to get a kiss o' her bonnie lips,
But her body fell in twa!
"O vow! O vow! O vow!" he said,75
"O vow! but ye've been cruel:
Ye've taken the timber out of my ain wood,
And burnt my ain dear jewel!
"Now for thy sake, Lady Marjorie,
I'll burn baith father and mother;80
And for thy sake, Lady Marjorie,
I'll burn baith sister and brother.
"And for thy sake, Lady Marjorie,
I'll burn baith kith and kin;
But I'll aye remember the pretty little boy85
That did thy errand rin."