“Ere the King my fair country get,
This land that’s nativest to me,
Mony o’ his nobles sall be cauld;
Their ladies sall be right wearie.”
Then spak’ his Lady, fair of face:
She said, “’T were without consent of me,
That an outlaw suld come before a King;
I am right rad of treasonrie.
Bid him be gude to his lords at hame,
For Edinburgh my Lord sall never see.”