4 When bells was rung, and psalms was sung.
And all men boune for sleep,
Up and started the Eastmure king
At the king of Onore's head.
5 He has drawn the curtains by—
Their sheets was made of dorn—
And he has murdered the king of Onore,
As innocent as he was born.
6 This maid she awak'd in the middle of the night,
Was in a drowsy dream;
She found her bride's-bed swim with blood,
Bot and her good lord slain.
7 'What will the court and council say?
What will they say to me?
What will the court and council say
But this night I've murderd thee?'
8 Out and speaks the Eastmure king:
'Hold your tongue, my pretty may,
And come along with me, my dear,
And that court ye'll never see.'
9 He mounted her on a milk-white steed,
Himself upon a gray;
She turnd her back against the court,
And weeping rode away.
10 'Now if you be with child,' he says,
'As I trew well you be,
If it be of a lassie-bairn,
I'll give her nurses three.
11 'If it be a lassie-bairn,
If you please she'll get five;
But if it be a bonnie boy,
I will not let him live.'
12 Word is to the city gone,
And word is to the town,
And word is to the city gone,
She's delivered of a son.
13 But a poor woman in the town
In the same case does lye,
Wha gived to her her woman-child,
Took awa her bonnie boy.