That he supposd it wald be perill,
But pryde and breaking out, but dout,
Gart Tyndall lads begin the quarrell.
FAIR ‘MABEL’ OF WALLINGTON.
When we were silly sisters seven, sisters [we] were so fair.
Five of us were brave knights wives, and died in child-bed sair,
Up then spake fair ‘Mabel’, marry would she nane.
If ever she came in man’s bed the same gate wad she gang.
Make no vows, fair ‘Mabel’, for fear they broken be,