Contrair a’ Kings in Christentie.”
All the nobles the King about,
Said pity it were to see him dee.
“Yet grant me mercy, sovereign Prince,
Extend your favour unto me!
“I’ll give thee the keys of my Castle,
Wi’ the blessing o’ my gay Ladye,
Gin thou’lt make me sheriff of this forest,
And a’ my offspring after me.”
“Wilt thou give me the keys of thy Castle,