47
'Thy back it shall not break in three,
For I'll bring thy coffer to thy knee.'
48
Aye she coost, and aye she flang,
Till these three tokens came to her hand.
49
Then she is up to her son's ha,
Calling him hard as she could ca.
50
'O son, O son, will you tell me
. . . . . . .
51
'What ye did wi the grass green gloves and gay gold ring
That ye gat at your own birth-een?'
52
'I gave them to as pretty a may
As ever I saw in a simmer day.
53
'I wud rather than a' my lands sae broad
That I had her as sure as eer I had.
54
'I would rather than a' my lands sae free
I had her here this night wi me.'
55
'I wish you good o your lands sae broad,
For ye have her as sure as eer ye had.
56
'I wish ye good o your lands sae free,
For ye have her here this night wi thee.'