The chamber that they did gang in,
There it was daily dight;
The kipples were like the gude red gowd,
As they stood up in hight;
And the roof-tree like the siller white,25
And shin'd like candles bright.
The lady fair into that ha'
Was comely to be seen;
Her kirtle was made o' the pa',
Her gowns seem'd o' the green.30
Her gowns seem'd like green, like green,
Her kirtle o' the pa';
A siller wand intill her hand,
She marshall'd ower them a'.
She gae every knight a lady bright,35
And every squire a may;
Her own sell chose him, Livingston,
They were a comely tway.
Then Seaton started till his foot,
The fierce flame in his e'e:40
"On the next day, wi' sword in hand,
On plain fields, meet ye me."
When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
And a' man bound for bed;
Lord Livingston and his fair dame45
In bed were sweetly laid.
The bed, the bed, where they lay in,
Was cover'd wi' the pa';
A covering o' the gude red gowd,
Lay nightly ower the twa.50
So they lay there, till on the morn
The sun shone on their feet;
Then up it raise him, Livingston,
To draw to him a weed.
The first an' weed that he drew on,55
Was o' the linen clear;
The next an' weed that he drew on,
It was a weed o' weir.