39 Then out it speaks the new-come bride,
Was full o jealousie:
'I fear there's something new, my lord,
Ye mean to hide frae me.
40 'But if she be your light leman
Has me sae sair beguild,
She shall gae out at my window,
And range the woods sae wild.'
41 When day was dane, and night drew on,
And a' man bound for bed,
The bridegroom and the new-come bride
In ae chamber were laid.
42 The lady being left alone,
Nursing her fair young son,
She has taen up her gude lord's harp,
She harped and she sung.
43 'Seven braw sons hae I born
To the lord o this place;
I wish they were seven hares
To run the castle race,
And I mysel a gude greyhound,
To gie them a' a chace.'
44 'Lie near, lie near, my ain gude lord,
Lie near and speak wi me;
There is a woman in the house,
She will be wild ere day.'
45 'Lie still, lie still, my new-come bride,
Lie still and take your rest;
The pale's out o my wine-puncheon,
And lang it winna rest.'
46 She held the harp still in her hand,
To harp them baith asleep,
And aye she harped and she sang,
And saut tears she did weep.
47 'Seven braw sons hae I born
To the gude lord o this ha;
I wish that they were seven brown rats,
To climb the castle wa,
And I mysel a gude grey cat,
To take them ane and a'.'
48 'Lie near, lie near, my ain gude lord,
Lie near and speak wi me;
There is a woman in this house,
She will be wild ere day.'