17
'O where's the lady o this ha?'
'She's out with her maids to play at the ba.'
18
'Ha, ha, ha! ye are a' mistaen:
Gae count your maidens oer again.
19
'I saw her far beyond the moor,
Away to be the Earl o Bran's whore.'
20
The father armed fifteen of his best men,
To bring his daughter back again.
21
Oer her left shoulder the lady looked then:
'O Earl Bran, we both are tane.'
22
'If they come on me ane by ane,
Ye may stand by and see them slain.
23
'But if they come on me one and all,
Ye may stand by and see me fall.'
24
They have come on him ane by ane,
And he has killed them all but ane.
25
And that ane came behind his back,
And he's gien him a deadly whack.
26
But for a' sae wounded as Earl Bran was,
He has set his lady on her horse.