The Foul Thief knotted the tether;25
She lifted his head on hie;
The nourice drew the knot
That gar'd lord Waristoun die.
Then word is gane to Leith,
Also to Edinburgh town,30
That the lady had kill'd the laird,
The laird o' Waristoun.
"Tak aff, tak aff my hood,
But lat my petticoat be;
Put my mantle o'er my head;35
For the fire I downa see.
"Now, a' ye gentle maids,
Tak warning now by me,
And never marry ane
But wha pleases your e'e.40
"For he married me for love,
But I married him for fee;
And sae brak out the feud
That gar'd my dearie die."
LAIRD OF WARIESTOUN.
Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 53.