11
He socht her frae her father, the king,
An he socht her frae her mither, the queen.
12
He socht her frae her sister Anne,
But he forgot her brither John.
13
Her mither she put on her goun,
An her sister Anne preened the ribbons doun.
14
Her father led her doon the close,
An her brither John set her on her horse.
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15
Up an spak our foremost man:
'I think our bonnie bride's pale an wan.'
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16
'What will ye leave to your father dear?'
'My ... an my ... chair.'
17
'What will ye leave to your mither dear?'
'My silken screen I was wont to wear.'
18
'What will ye leave to your sister Anne?'
'My silken snood an my golden fan.'