Then up did start him Childe Vyet,
Shed by his yellow hair,
And gave Lord Ingram to the heart,
A deep wound and a sair.110
Then up did start him Lord Ingram,
Shed by his yellow hair,
And gave Childe Vyet to the heart,
A deep wound and a sair.
There was no pity for the two lords,115
Where they were lying slain,
All was for Lady Maiserey:
In that bower she gaed brain!
There was no pity for the two lords,
When they were lying dead,120
All was for Lady Maiserey:
In that bower she went mad!
"O get to me a cloak of cloth,
A staff of good hard tree;
If I have been an evil woman,125
I shall beg till I die.
"For ae bit I'll beg for Childe Vyet,
For Lord Ingram I'll beg three,
All for the honourable marriage, that
At Mary Kirk he gave me!"130
[4]. The less was their bonheur. Motherwell.
[70], she was neen. Motherwell.
[76], gold.