And O but he spake high!
"I am the lord of this castle,
My wife's the lady gay."
muir, moor. win, make.
"If thou'rt the lord of this castle,
Sae weel it pleases me!
For, ere I cross the Border fells,
The tane of us shall die."
He took a lang spear in his hand,
Shod with the metal free,