She hadna sail'd the sea a month,25
A month but barely three,
Until she landit on Ciper's shore,
By the meen-licht sae lie.
Lady Maisry did on her green mantle,
Took her purse in her hand,30
And call'd to her her mariners,
Syne walk'd up thro' the land.
She walked up, sae did she down,
Till she came till castell high;
There she sat down on the door stane,35
And weepit bitterlie.
Then out it spake a sweet, sweet voice,
Out ower the castell wa',
"Now isna that Lady Maisry
That makes sic a dolefu' fa'?40
"But gin that be Lady Maisry,
Lat her make mirth and glee;
For I'm her brother, Chil Ether,
That loves her tenderlie.
"But gin that be Lady Maisry,45
Lat her take purse in hand;
And gang to yonder castell wa',—
They call it Gorinand.
"Spier for the lord o' that castell,
Gie'm dollars thirty-three;50
Tell him to ransom Chil Ether,
That loves you tenderlie."
She's done her up to that castell,
Paid down her gude monie;
And sae she's ransom'd Chil Ether,55
And brought him hame her wi'.