7 O he rade on to yon hie castell,
He rade it richt and roun about;
The laird gaed in at ae back-door,
But the ladie beet to knock.
8 O out it cam the proud porter,
Wi his hat into his han,
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9 She's pitten her hand in her pocket,
Pulld out guineas three,
And that she's given to the proud porter,
To cause her to get entrance there.
10 The proud porter ran up the stair,
O fifteen steps he made but three:
'The prettiest lady stands at yer yetts
That ever my een did see.'
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'Goe doun, goe doun, you proud porter,
Cause her to cum up to me.'
12 When she gaed in before the queen,
She fell low down on her knee:
'There is a man into your courts
This day has robbed me.'
13 'Has he robbed you o your fine clothing,
Or o your white monie?
Or taen frae you your maidenhead,
The flower o your bodie?'
14 'He hasna robbed me o my fine clothing,
Nor o my white monie,
But he's taen frae me my maidenhead,
The flower o my bodie.'
15 'O gin he be a married man,
High hanged sall he be;
And gin he be a batchelere,
Well wedded shall ye be.'
16 O she has called in her merry young men,
By thirties and by threes;
Earl Richard should hae been the foremost man,
But the hindmost man was he.