7
Until they met with old Carl Hood;
He comes for ill, but never for good.
8
'Earl Bran, if ye love me,
Seize this old carl, and gar him die.'
9
'O lady fair, it wad be sair,
To slay an old man that has grey hair.
10
'O lady fair, I'll no do sae;
I'll gie him a pound, and let him gae.'
11
'O where hae ye ridden this lee lang day?
Or where hae ye stolen this lady away?'
12
'I have not ridden this lee lang day.
Nor yet have I stolen this lady away.
13
'She is my only, my sick sister,
Whom I have brought from Winchester.'
14
'If she be sick, and like to dead,
Why wears she the ribbon sae red?
15
'If she be sick, and like to die,
Then why wears she the gold on high?'
16
When he came to this lady's gate,
Sae rudely as he rapped at it.