“I’ll give thee the truth of my right hand,
The truth of it I’ll freely gie,
That for seven years I’ll stay unwed,
For the kindness thou dost show to me.”
She’s gi’en him to eat the good spice-cake,
She’s gi’en him to drink the blood-red wine;
She’s bidden him sometimes think on her,
That sae kindly freed him out of pine.
She’s broken a ring from her finger,
And to Beichan half of it gave she: