57
'Gar wash my auld son in the milk,
Gar deck my lady's bed wi silk.'
58
He gave his auld son kisses three,
But he doubled them a' to his gay ladye.
G.
Herd's Ancient and Modern Scots Songs, 1769, p. 244; ed. 1776, I, 83.
1
As Bothwell was walking in the lowlands alane,
Hey down and a down
He met six ladies sae gallant and fine.
Hey down and a down
2
He cast his lot amang them a',
And on the youngest his lot did fa.
3
He's brought her frae her mother's bower,
Unto his strongest castle and tower.
4
But ay she cried and made great moan,
And ay the tear came trickling down.
5
'Come up, come up,' said the foremost man,
'I think our bride comes slowly on.'
6
'O lady, sits your saddle awry,
Or is your steed for you owre high?'