And I wot he kissed her tenderly.
"O hae ye taen a bonny bride?
And hae ye quite forsaken me?
And hae ye quite forgotten her,
That gave you life and liberty?"
She looked o'er her left shoulder,
To hide the tears stood in her e'e:
"Now fare thee well, young Beichan," she says,
"I'll try to think no more on thee,"
"Take back your daughter, madam," he says,