"For the love I bore thee ance,
I'll strive to hide you, if I can:"
Then she put him down in a dark cellar75
Where there lay many a new slain man.
But he hadna in the cellar been,
Not an hour but barely three,
Then hideous was the noise he heard,
When in at the gate cam Violentrie.80
Says, "I wish you well, my lady fair,
It's time for us to sit to dine;
Come, serve me with the good white bread,
And likewise with the claret wine.
"That Scots chieftain, our mortal fae,85
Sae aft frae the field has made us flee,
Ten thousand zechins this day I'll give
That I his face could only see."
"Of that same gift wuld ye give me,
If I wuld bring him unto thee?90
I fairly hold you at your word;—
Come ben, John Thomson, to my lord."
Then from the vault John Thomson came,
Wringing his hands most piteouslie:
"What would ye do," the Turk he cried,95
"If ye had me as I hae thee?"
"If I had you as ye have me,
I'll tell ye what I'd do to thee;
I'd hang you up in good greenwood,
And cause your ain hand wale the tree.100
"I meant to stick you with my knife
For kissing my beloved ladie:"
"But that same weed ye've shaped for me,
It quickly shall be sewed for thee."