"I kent na by your rosy lips;
Nor by your yellow hair;
But, cum to your bour whaever likes,
They'll find a ladye there."
"O gin ye come my bour within,85
Through fraud, deceit, or guile,
Wi' this same brand, that's in my hand,
I vow I will thee kill."
"Yet durst I cum into your bour,
And ask nae leave," quo' he;90
"And wi' this same brand, that's in my hand,
Wave danger back on thee."
About the dead hour o' the night,
The ladye's bour was broken;
And, about the first hour o' the day,95
The fair knave bairn was gotten.
When days were gane, and months were come,
The ladye was sad and wan;
And aye she cried for a bour woman,
For to wait her upon.100
Then up and spake him, Brown Robin,
"And what needs this?" quo' he;
"Or what can woman do for you,
That canna be done by me?"
"'Twas never my mothers fashion," she said,105
"Nor shall it e'er be mine,
That belted knights should e're remain
While ladyes dree'd their pain.
"But gin ye take that bugle-horn,
And wind a blast sae shrill,110
I hae a brother in yonder court,
Will come me quickly till."
"O gin ye hae a brother on earth,
That ye lo'e mair than me,
Ye may blow the horn yoursell," he says,115
"For a blast I winna gie."
She's ta'en the bugle in her hand,
And blawn baith loud and shrill;
Sweet William started at the sound,
And came her quickly till.120