18 '[For] ae mile [I wad gae] for Gil Viett,
For Lord Ingram I wad hae gaen three;
An a' for that in good kirk-door
Fair wedding he gave me.'
19 Gil Viett took a long brand,
An stroakd it on a stro,
An through and thro his own bodie
He made it come and go.
20 There was nae mean made for that godd lords,
In bowr whar they lay slain,
But a' was for that lady,
In bowr whar she gaed brain.
21 There was nae mean made for that lady,
In bowr whar she lay dead,
But a' was for the bonnie babe
That lay blabbering in her bleed.
C
Herd's MSS, I, 169, II, 84. Jamieson's Popular Ballads, II, 265.
1 Lady Maisdry was a lady fair,
She maid her mither's bed;
Auld Ingram was an aged knight,
And hee sought her to wed.
2 ''Tis I forbid ye, Auld Ingram,
For to seek me to spouse;
For Lord Wayets, your sister's son,
Has been into my bowrs.
3 ''T is I forbid ye, Auld Ingram,
For to seek me to wed;
For Lord Wayets, your sister's son,
Has been into my bed.'
4 'T is he has bought to this lady
The robes of the brown;
'And ever alas,' says this lady,
'The robs will pit mee down!'