4 Up he gat, and awa he rade,
By the clear light o the moon,
Until he came to his mother's door,
And there he lichtit doun.
5 'Whare hae ye been, son Willie,' she said,
'Sae late and far in the night?'
'O I hae been at yon new slate house,
Hearing the clergy speak.'
6 'I dreamd a dream, son Willie,' she said,
'I doubt it bodes nae gude;
That your ain room was fu o red swine,
And your bride's bed daubd wi blude.'
7 'To dream o blude, mither,' he said,
'It bodeth meikle ill;
And I hae slain a Young Caldwell,
And they're seeking me to kill.'
8 'Gin ye hae slain a Young Caldwell,
Alace and wae is me!
But gin your fair body's free frae skaith,
The easier I will be.'
9 Up he gat, and awa he rade,
By the clear licht o the mune,
Until he cam to his sister's bower,
And there he lichtit doun.
10 'Whare hae ye been, brither,' she said,
'Sae late and far in the night?'
'O I hae been in yon new slate house,
Hearing the clergy speak.'
11 'I dreamd a dream, brither,' she said,
'I doubt it bodes nae gude;
I dreamd the ravens eat your flesh,
And the lions drank your blude.'
12 'To dream o blude, sister,' he said,
'It bodeth meikle ill;
And I hae slain a Young Caldwell,
And they're seeking me to kill.'
13 'Gin ye hae slain a Young Caldwell,
Alace and wae is me!
To be torn at the tail o wild horses
Is the death I weet ye'll die.'