14 Up he gat, and awa he rade,
By the clear light o the mune,
Untill he cam to his true-love's bower,
And there he lichtit doun.
15 'Whare hae ye been, Love Willie,' she said,
'Sae late and far in the night?'
'O I hae been in yon new sklate house,
Hearing the clergy speak.'
16 'I dreamd a dream, Willie,' she said,
'I doubt it bodes nae gude;
I dreamd the ravens ate your flesh,
And the lions drank your blude.'
17 'To dream o ravens, love,' he said,
'Is the loss o a near friend;
And I hae killd your brither dear,
And for it I'll be slain.'
18 'Gin ye hae slain my ae brither,
Alace and wae is me!
But gin your fair body's free frae skaith,
The easier I will be.
19 'Lye doun, lye doun, Love Willie,' she said,
'Lye doun and tak a sleep;
And I will walk the castel wa,
Your fair bodie to keep.'
20 He laid him doun within her bowr,
She happit him wi her plaid,
And she's awa to the castle-wa,
To see what would betide.
21 She hadna gane the castle round
A time but only three,
Till four and twenty beltit knichts
Cam riding ower the lea.
22 And whan they came unto the gate,
They stude and thus did say:
'O did ye see yon bludie knicht,
As he rade out this way?'
23 'What colour was his hawk?' she said,
'What colour was his hound?
What colour was the gudely steed
The bludie knicht rade on?'