24 'It is a ring on ae finger,
A broach on ae breast-bane;
And if ye kent what's under that,
Your love woud soon be dane.'
25 Lord Ingram and his merry young men
Out ower the plains are gane,
And pensively walkd him Childe Vyet,
Him single self alane.
26 When they had eaten and well drunken,
And a' men bound for bed,
Lord Ingram and Lady Maisry
In ae chamber were laid.
27 He laid his hand upon her breast,
And thus pronounced he:
'There is a bairn within your sides,
Wha may the father be?
28 'Wha ever be your bairn's father,
Ye will father it on me;
The fairest castle o Snowdown
Your morning gift shall be.'
29 'Wha ever be my bairn's father,
I'll neer father it on thee;
For better love I my bairn's father
Nor ever I'll love thee.'
30 Then he's taen out a trusty brand,
Laid it between them tway;
Says, Lye ye there, ye ill woman,
A maid for me till day.
31 Next morning her father came,
Well belted wi a brand;
Then up it starts him Lord Ingram,
He was an angry man.
32 'If your daughter had been a gude woman,
As I thought she had been,
Cauld iron shoud hae never lien
The lang night us between.'
33 'Ohon, alas! my daughter dear,
What's this I hear o thee?
I thought ye was a gude woman
As in the north countrie.'