It sae fell out, at this hunting,
Upon a simmer's day,
That they came by a bonny castell,
Stood on a sunny brae.
"O dinna ye see that bonny castell,105
Wi' halls and towers sae fair?
Gin ilka man had back his ain,
Of it you suld be heir."
"How I suld be heir of that castell,
In sooth, I canna see;110
For it belangs to Fause Foodrage,
And he is na kin to me."—
"O gin ye suld kill him, Fause Foodrage,
You would do but what was right;
For I wot he kill'd your father dear,115
Or ever ye saw the light.
"And gin ye suld kill him, Fause Foodrage,
There is no man durst you blame;
For he keeps your mother a prisoner,
And she darna take ye hame."—120
The boy stared wild like a gray goss-hawk,
Says,—"What may a' this mean?"
"My boy, ye are King Honour's son,
And your mother's our lawful queen."
"O gin I be King Honour's son,125
By our Ladye I swear,
This night I will that traitor slay,
And relieve my mother dear!"—
He has set his bent bow to his breast,
And leaped the castell wa';130
And soon he has seized on Fause Foodrage,
Wha loud for help 'gan ca'.
"O haud your tongue, now, Fause Foodrage,
Frae me ye shanna flee;"—
Syne pierced him through the fause, fause heart,135
And set his mother free.