17 She has set her foot unto a stone,
Her back unto a tree;
Before she left Knotingale Castle
Her heart it brak in three.
D
Harris MS., fol. 29, from the recitation of Mrs Molison.
1 Prince Robert he has wedded a wife,
An he daurna bring her hame;
The queen ...
His mither was much to blame.
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2 'It is the fashion in oor countrie, mither,
I dinna ken what it is here,
To like your wife better than your mither,
That... bought you sae dear.'
3 She called upon her best marie,
An tippet her wi a ring,
To bring to her the rank poison,
To gie Prince Robert a dram.
4 She put it to her cheek, her cheek,
She put it to her chin;
She put it to her fause, fause lips,
But neer a drap gaed in.
5 She put it to his cheek, his cheek,
She put it to his chin;
She put it to his rosy lips,
An the rank poison gaed in.
6 'Whare will I get a bonnie boy,
Wha will win meat an fee,
Wha will rin on to... bower,
Bring my gude ladie to me?'