But this pass'd on, and further on,
A twelve month and a day,
Till there came a knight and a barone bright
To woo this lady gay.
He soon gain'd the baronne's will, 200
Likewise the mother gay;
He woo'd and won the lady's love,
But by a slow degree.
"O weel befa' you, daughter dear,
And happy may ye be, 205
To lay your love on the grand knight,
And let the hireman be."
"O haud your tongue, my father dear,
And speak not so to me;
Far more I love the hireman chiel 210
Than a' the knights I see.
The morn was come, and bells were rung,
And all to church repair;
But like the rose among the throng
Was the lady and her maries fair. 215
But as they walked o'er the field,
Among the flowers fair,
Beneath a tree stood on the plain,
The hireman chiel was there.
"I wish you joy, my gay madam, 220
And aye well may ye be;
There is a ring, a pledge of love,
That ance I got from thee."
"O wae befa' ye, you hireman chiel,
Some ill death may ye die; 225
Ye might hae tauld to me your name,
Your hame, or what countrie."
"If ye luve me, my lady gay,
As ye protest ye do,
Then turn your love from this gay knight, 230
And reach your hand to me."
Then out spake the gay baronne,
And an angry man was he;
"If I had known she was belov'd,
She had never been lov'd by me." 235