And brew his bridal ale;
And I shall meet him at Mary’s kirk,
Lang, lang ere it be stale.”
The lady’s gane to her chamber,
And a moanfu’ woman was she;
As gin she had ta’en a sudden brash,
And were about to dee.
“A boon, a boon, my father dear,
A boon I beg of thee!”—
“Ask not that paughty Scottish lord,