30 'You are too lack o luve, ladye,
And that's a hatefu thing;
Luve me, and lat Brown Adam be,
And a' this shall be thine.'
31 'O well I like Brown Adam,' she said,
'I'm sure hee hates nae mee;
I winna forsake him Brown Adam
For a' the gowd ye 'll gie.'
32 Then his mild mood did quickly change,
And grew mair fierce and cruel,
And then drew out a trusty brand,
Which made her heart to pruel.
33 'Since I by you am slighted sae,
Since I frae you maun part,
I swear a vow before I gae,
That this shall pierce your heart.'
34 'But still I like Brown Adam,' she said,
'I wat hee hates nae mee;
And if he knew my troubles now
At my call woud hee be.
35 'Although he were sax miles awa,
He'd seen be at my han;
But wae is me, sae may I say,
Brown Adam tarries lang!'
36 He hit the door then wi his foot,
Made a' the bands to flee:
'Cheer up your heart, my luve Janet,
Your love's nae far frae thee.'
37 Then he drew out a trusty brand,
And chassd him thro the ha;
The knight jumpd to a shott-window,
And woud hae been awa.
38 'Stay still, stay still,' Brown Adam said,
'Make nae sic haste frae mee;
You or I maun rue the race
That I came ower the lee.'
39 Then frae the knight he's taen a wad,
His mantle and his brand;
Likewise he's taen anither wad,
His sword and his sword-hand.