"As we came frae the hind-hunting,
We heard fine music ring:"
"My blessings on you my bonny boy,
I wish I'd been there my lane."
He's ta en his mither by the hand,
His six brithers also,
And they are on thro' Elmond's-wood,
As fast as they could go.
(buntin', blackbird. lane, self.)
They wistna weel where they were ga en,