"It's I will be your pretty little boy,
To wait upon your steed;10
And ilka town that we come to,
A pack of hounds I'll lead."
"My hounds will eat o' the bread o' wheat,
And ye of the bread of bran:
And then you will sit and sigh,15
That e'er ye loed a man."
The first water that they cam to,
I think they call it Clyde,
He saftly unto her did say,—
"Lady Marg'ret, will ye ride?"20
The first step that she steppit in,
She steppit to the knee;
Says, "Wae be to ye, waefu' water,
For through ye I maun be."
The second step that she steppit in,25
She steppit to the middle,
And sigh'd, and said, Lady Margaret,
"I've stain'd my gowden girdle."
The third step that she steppit in,
She steppit to the neck;30
The pretty babe within her sides,
The cauld it garr'd it squake.
"Lie still my babe, lie still my babe,
Lie still as lang's ye may,
For your father rides on horseback high,35
Cares little for us twae."
It's whan she cam to the other side,
She sat doun on a stane;
Says, "Them that made me, help me now,
For I am far frae hame.40
"How far is it frae your mither's bouer,
Gude Lord John tell to me?"
"It's therty miles, Lady Margaret,
It's therty miles and three: