In ony frith where I may them see.”
PART II
James Boyd took his leave o’ the noble King,
To Ettrick Forest fair cam’ he;
Down Birkendale Brae when that he cam’,
He saw the fair forest wi’ his ee.
Baith dae and rae, and hart and hind,
And of a’ wild beasts great plentie;
He heard the bows that boldly ring,
And arrows whidderan’ him near by.