8 'But siller will be thy wage,' she says,
'And gold will be thy fee,
And I mysell will gang alang
And bear thee companye.'
9 They booted him, and spurred him,
As he was wont to ride,
And they're awa to Lorn's Water,
To Lorn's Water so wide.
10 They turned down his yellow hair,
Turnd up his milk-white feet:
'Lye thou there, Earl Richard,' she said,
'Till the blood seep from thy bane;
That fairer maid than ten of me
Will look lang or thou come hame.'
11 As they were coming hame again,
Upon the road so hie,
There they spy'd a small pyet,
Was sitting on a tree.
12 'Where has thou been, fair lady?' it says,
'Whare has thou been so soon?
Or what did thou wi Earl Richard,
Was late wi thee yestreen?'
13 'Come down, come down, my wee pyet;
An thou'll come to my knee,
I have a cage of beaten gold,
And I'll bestow't on thee.'
14 'Keep thou thy cage of beaten gold,
And I will keep my tree;
For as thou did wi Earl Richard,
So wad thou do wi me;
Thou wad thraw the wee head aff my bouk,
And drown me in the sea.'
15 'Come down, come down, my wee pyet;
An thou'll come to my hand,
I have a cage of beaten gold,
And thou's be put therein.'
16 'Keep thou thy cage o beaten gold,
And I will keep my tree;
For as thou did wi Earl Richard,
So would thou do wi me.'
17 'Oh an I had my bow bendit,
And set unto my knee,
I wad shoot this wee pyet
Sits gabbing on the tree.'