"Fy upon thee, John Hamleton,
That ever I paid thé hyre,
For thou hast broken my castle-wall,
And kyndled in [it] [the] fyre."
The lady gate to her close parler,85
The fire fell aboute her head;
She toke up her children thre,
Seth, "Babes, we are all dead."
Then bespake the hye steward,
That is of hye degree;90
Saith, "Ladie gay, you are no 'bote,'
Wethere ye fighte or flee."
Lord Hamleton dremd in his dreame,
In Carvall where he laye,
His halle 'was' all of fyre,95
His ladie slayne or daye.
"Busk and bowne, my merry men all,
Even and go ye with me,
For I 'dremd' that my hall was on fyre
My lady slayne or day."100
He buskt him and bownd him,
And like a worthi knighte,
And when he saw his hall burning,
His harte was no dele lighte.
He sett a trumpett till his mouth,105
He blew as it plesd his grace;
Twenty score of Hambletons
Was light aboute the place.
"Had I knowne as much yesternighte
As I do to-daye,110
Captaine Care and all his men
Should not have gone so quite [awaye.]