78
'Keep still yere lands, keep still yere rents;
Ye hae that ladie within yere brents.
79
'Keep still yere lands, keep still yere towers;
Ye hae that lady within your bowers.'
80
Then to his ladie fast ran he,
An low he kneeled on his knee.
81
'O tauk ye up my son,' said he,
'An, mither, tent my fair ladie.
82
'O wash him purely i the milk,
And lay him saftly in the silk.
83
'An ye maun bed her very soft,
For I maun kiss her wondrous oft.'
84
It was weel written on his breast-bane
Childe Branton was the father's name.
85
It was weel written on his right hand
He was the heir o his daddie's land.
D.
Buchan's Ancient Ballads and Songs of the North of Scotland, I, 204.