40 He threw him ower the shott-window,
Bade him lie there wi care,
And never come back to gude green wood
To marr fair ladies mair.
41 'O I am brown,' said Brown Adam,
'And I was never whyte;
But my love has robes o different hues,
To wear at her delyght.
42 'Her kirchies be o cambricks fine,
Wi gowd pinnd to the chin;
Her robes shall be o the scarlet hue
She shall gang daily in.'
A.
Anderson cites the first stanza, in exact agreement with the Jamieson MS., except that the third line begins with O.
32. mother (?).
74. Beede (?).
152. long.