She turn'd her right and round about,25
Says, "Why take ye sic dreads o' me?
Alas! I was too young married,
To love another man but thee."
"Now hold your tongue, my lady gay,
Nae mair falsehoods ye'll tell to me;30
This bonny bairn is not mine,
You've loved another while I was on sea."
In discontent then hame she went,
And aye the tear did blin' her e'e;
Says, "Of this wretch I'll be revenged,35
For these harsh words he's said to me."
She's counsell'd wi' her father's steward,
What way she cou'd revenged be;
Bad was the counsel then he gave,—
It was to gar her gude lord dee.40
The nourice took the deed in hand,
I wat she was well paid her fee;
She kiest the knot, and the loop she ran,
Which soon did gar this young lord dee.
His brother lay in a room hard by,45
Alas! that night he slept too soun';
But then he waken'd wi a cry,
"I fear my brother's putten down.
"O get me coal and candle light,
And get me some gude companie;"50
But before the light was brought,
Warriston he was gart dee.
They've ta'en the lady and fause nourice,
In prison strong they ha'e them boun';
The nourice she was hard o' heart,55
But the bonny lady fell in swoon.
In it came her brother dear,
And aye a sorry man was he;
"I wou'd gie a' the lands I heir,
O bonny Jean, to borrow thee."60