"And is't the young Child Dyrè
That rides sae bold and free?30
God wot, he's dearer that rides that steed
Nor a' the lave to me!"
His leave, &c.
All rode they there, the bridal train,
Each rode his steed to stall;
All but Child Dyrè, that look'd whare he35
Should find his seat in the hall.
His leave, &c.
"Sit whare ye list, my lordings;
For me, whate'er betide,
Here I shall sickerly sit the day,
To hald the sun frae the bride."40
His leave, &c.
Then up spak the bride's father,
And an angry man was he;
"Whaever sits by my dochter the day,
Ye better awa' wad be."
His leave, &c.
"It's I have intill Paris been,45
And well my drift can spell;
And ay, whatever I have to say,
I tell it best my sell."
His leave, &c.
"Sooth thou hast intill Paris lear'd
A worthless drift to spell,50
And ay, whatever thou hast to say,
A rogue's tale thou must tell."
His leave, &c.
Ben stept he, young Child Dyrè,
Nor reck'd he wha might chide;
And he has ta'en a chair in hand,55
And set him by the bride.
His leave, &c.
'Twas lang i' the night; the bride-folk
Ilk ane look'd for his bed;
And young Child Dyrè amang the lave
Speer'd whare he should be laid.60
His leave, &c.
"Without, afore the stair steps,
Or laigh on the cawsway stane,
And there may lye Sir Dyrè,
For ither bed we've nane."
His leave, &c.