36
'O I hae lost my gowden knife;
I rather had lost my ain sweet life!
37
'And I hae lost a better thing,
The gilded sheath that it was in.'
38
'Are there nae gowdsmiths here in Fife,
Can make to you anither knife?
39
'Are there nae sheath-makers in the land,
Can make a sheath to Leesome Brand?'
40
'There are nae gowdsmiths here in Fife,
Can make me sic a gowden knife;
41
'Nor nae sheath-makers in the land,
Can make to me a sheath again.
42
'There ne'er was man in Scotland born,
Ordaind to be so much forlorn.
43
'I 've lost my ladye I lovd sae dear,
Likeways the son she did me bear.'
44
'Put in your hand at my bed head,
There ye'll find a gude grey horn;
In it three draps o' Saint Paul's ain blude,
That hae been there sin he was born.
45
'Drap twa o them o your ladye,
And ane upo your little young son;
Then as lively they will be
As the first night ye brought them hame.'