And lighted near his mither’s castle,
On a tower o gowd sae hie.
As his mither was wauking out,
To see what she coud see,
And there she saw her little son,
Set on the tower sae hie.
“Get dancers here to dance,” she said,
“And minstrells for to play;
For here’s my young son, Florentine,
Come here wi me to stay.”