5 When he cam to the broken brig,
He coost aff his clothes and he swimd,
And when he cam to Lord Barlibas' yett,
He tirled at the pin.
6 'What news, what news, my little foot-page?
What news have ye brocht to me?
Is my castle burnt?' he said,
'Or is my tower tane?
Or is my lady lighter yet,
Of a daughter or son?'
7 'Your castle is not burnt,' he says,
'Nor yet is your tower tane,
Nor yet is your lady brocht to bed,
Of a daughter or a son;
But Little Musgrove is lying wi her,
Till he thinks it is time to be gane.'
8 'O if the news be a lie,' he says,
'That you do tell unto me,
I'll ca up a gallows to my yard-yett,
And hangd on it thou shallt be.
9 'But if the news be true,' he says,
'That you do tell unto me,
I have a young fair dochter at hame,
Weel wedded on her you shall be.'
10 He called upon his merry men,
By thirties and by three:
'Put aff the warst, put on the best,
And come along with me.'
11 He put a horn to his mouth,
And this he gard it say:
'The man that's in bed wi Lord Barlibas' lady,
It's time he were up and away.'
12 'What does yon trumpet mean?' he sayd,
'Or what does yon trumpet say?
I think it says, the man that's in bed wi Lord Barlibas' lady,
It's time he were up and away.'
13 'O lie you still, my Little Musgrove,
And cover me from the cold,
For it is but my father's sheepherd,
That's driving his sheep to the fold.'
14 . . . . . . .
In a little while after that,
Up started good Lord Barlibas,
At Little Musgrove his feet.