14 She turned her head on her right shoulder,
Saw her lord come riding home:
'O quench the fire, my dear mother!
For I am nearly gone.'
15 He mounted off his milk-white steed,
And into the fire he ran,
Thinking to save his gay ladye,
But he had staid too long.
H
Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, I, 103.
1 There stands a stane in wan water,
It's lang ere it grew green;
Lady Maisry sits in her bower door,
Sewing at her silken seam.
2 Word's gane to her mother's kitchen,
And to her father's ha,
That Lady Maisry is big wi bairn—
And her true-love's far awa.
3 When her brother got word of this,
Then fiercely looked he:
'Betide me life, betide me death,
At Maisry's bower I'se be.
4 'Gae saddle to me the black, the black,
Gae saddle to me the brown;
Gae saddle to me the swiftest steed,
To hae me to the town.'
5 When he came to Maisry's bower,
He turnd him round about,
And at a little shott-window,
He saw her peeping out.
6 'Gude morrow, gude morrow, Lady Maisry,
God make you safe and free!'
'Gude morrow, gude morrow, my brother dear,
What are your wills wi me?'