'Twas ate intill the evening;65
The bride to bed maun ga;
And out went he, Child Dyring,
To rouse his menyie a'.
His leave, &c.
"Now busk and d'on your harnass,
But and your brynies blae,70
And boldly to the bride-bower
Full merrily we'll gae."
His leave, &c.
Sae follow'd they to the bride-bower
That bride sae young and bright,
And forward stept Child Dyrè,75
And quenched the marriage light.
His leave, &c.
The cresset they've lit up again,
But and the taper clear,
And followed to the bride-bower
That bride without a peer.80
His leave, &c.
* * * * * *
And up Child Dyrè snatch'd the bride,
All in his mantle blae,
And swung her all so lightly
Upon his ambler gray.
His leave, &c.
They lock'd the bower, they lit the torch,85
'Twas hurry-scurry a',
While merrily ay the lovers gay
Rode roundly to the shaw.
His leave, &c.
In Rosen-wood they turn'd about
To pray their bridal prayer;90
"Good night and joy, Sir Magnus!
For us ye'll see nae mair."
His leave, &c.