As green as any grass.
Out then spak an auld gray knight,
Lay o'er the castle wa,—
And says, "Alas! fair Janet, for thee,
But we'll be blamed a'!"—
"Haud your tongue, ye auld faced knight!
Some ill death may ye die;
Father my bairn on whom I will,
I'll father nane on thee."—
Out then spak her father dear,