"It had been gude for my wife, father,
To me she'd born an heir;
He would have got my land an' rents,
Where they lie fine an' fair."40
The steeds they strave into their stables,
The boys could'nt get them bound;
The hounds lay howling on the leech,
'Cause their master was behind.
"I dreamed a dream since late yestreen,45
I wish it may be good,
That our chamber was full of swine,
An' our bed full of blood.
"I saw a woman come from the West,
Full sore wringing her hands,50
And aye she cried, 'Ohon alas!
My good lord's broken bands.'
"As she came by my good lord's bower,
Saw mony black steeds an' brown;
I'm feared it be mony unco lords55
Havin' my love from town."
As she came by my gude lord's bower,
Saw mony black steeds an' grey;
"I'm feared its mony unco lords
Havin' my love to the clay."60