"The baron he is a man of might,
He neir could bide to taunt;
As ze will see, before it's nicht,45
How sma' ze hae to vaunt.
"And sen I maun zour errand rin
Sae sair against my will,
I'se mak a vow and keip it trow,
It sall be done for ill."50
[And quhen he came to broken brigue,]
He bent his bow and swam;
And quhen he came to grass growing,
Set down his feet and ran.
And quhen he came to Barnard's ha',55
Would neither chap nor ca';
Bot set his bent bow to his breist,
And lichtly lap the wa'.
He wauld nae tell the man his errand,
Though he stude at the gait;60
Bot straiht into the ha' he cam,
Quhair they were set at meit.
"Hail! hail! my gentle sire and dame!
My message winna waite;
Dame, ze maun to the gude grene wod,65
Before that it be late.
"Ze're bidden tak this gay mantel,
'Tis a' gowd bot the hem:
Zou maun gae to the gude grene wode,
Ev'n by your sel alane.70
"And there it is, a silken sarke,
Your ain hand sewd the sleive:
Ze maun gae speik to Gill Morice;
Speir nae bauld barons leave."