Three times on end she dreamt this dream,
Which troubled sore her mind,
That from that very night and hour
She could no comfort find. 20
Now she has sent for a wise woman,
Liv'd nigh unto the port,
Who being call'd, instantly came,
That lady to comfort.
To her she told her dreary dream, 25
With salt tears in her eye,
Hoping that she would read the same,
Her mind to satisfy.
"Set not your heart on children young,
Whate'er their fortune be, 30
And if I tell what shall befal,
Lay not the blame on me.
"The raven which ye dreamed of,
He is a false young man,
With subtile heart and flatt'ring tongue, 35
Your daughter to trepan.
"Both night and day, 'tis you I pray
For to be on your guard,
For many are the subtile wyles
By which youth are ensnar'd." 40
When she had read the dreary dream,
It vex'd her more and more,
For Craignargat, of birth and state,
Liv'd nigh unto the shore.
But as in age her daughter wax'd, 45
Her beauty did excel
All the ladies far and near
That in that land did dwell.
The Gordon, Hay, and brave Agnew,
Three knights of high degree, 50
Unto the dame a-courting came,
All for her fair beauty.
Which of these men, they ask'd her then,
That should her husband be;
But scornfully she did reply, 55
"I'll wed none of the three."