51
'Keep well, keep well your lands and strands;
Ye hae that bird within your hands.
52
'Now, my son, to your bower ye'll go:
Comfort your ladie, she's full o woe.'
53
Now when nine months were come and gane,
The lady she brought hame a son.
54
It was written on his breast-bane
Lord Dingwall was his father's name.
55
He's taen his young son in his arms,
And aye he praisd his lovely charms.
56
And he has gien him kisses three,
And doubled them ower to his ladie.
E.
Elizabeth Cochrane's Song-Book, p. 146, No 112.
1
Lord Benwall he's a hunting gone;
Hey down, etc.
He's taken with him all his merry men.
Hey, etc.
2
As he was walking late alone,
He spyed a lady both brisk and young.