She laugh'd wi' the men that her baron had slain.
"O fie on you, lady! how could you do sae?
You open'd your gates to the fause Inverey."
She ate wi' him, drank wi' him, welcom'd him in;
She welcom'd the villain that slew her baron!
She kept him till morning, syne bade him be gane,
And shaw'd him the road that he shou'dna be ta'en.
"Thro' Birss and Aboyne," she says, "lyin in a tour,
O'er the hills o' Glentanar you'll skip in an hour."
—There's grief in the kitchen, and mirth in the ha';