31 'O wae be to my merrie men,
And wae be to my page,
That they didna hald my cursed hands
When I was in a rage!'
32 He leand the halbert on the ground,
The point o 't to his breast,
Saying, Here are three sauls gaun to heaven,
I hope they'll a' get rest.
H
Motherwell's MS., p. 120.
1 Little Musgrove is to the church gone,
Some ladies for to sply;
Doun came one drest in black,
And one came drest in brown,
And down and came Lord Barlibas' lady,
The fairest in a' the town.
* * * * *
2 'I know by the ring that's on your finger
That you'r my Lord Barlibas' lady:'
'Indeed I am the Lord Barlibas' lady,
And what altho I bee?'
* * * * *
3 'Money shall be your hire, foot-page,
And gold shall be your fee;
You must not tell the secrets
That's between Musgrove and me.'
4 'Money shall not be hire,' he said,
'Nor gold shall be my fee;
But I'll awa to my own liege lord,
With the tidings you've told to me.'