33 The queen then said unto the king,
Arbattle's near the sea;
Give it unto the northern knight,
That this day fought for me.
34 Then said the king, Come here, Sir Knight,
And drink a glass of wine,
And, if Arbattle's not enough,
To it we'll Fordoun join.
C
Dr Joseph Robertson's Note-Book, January 1, 1830, p. 6.
1 They've putten her into prison strang,
A twalmon lang and mair,
Until the mice and wild rattens
Did tear her yallow hair.
* * * * *
2 'One shake o your han,' said Rodingham,
'One shak o your han gie me:'
'I cam na here for shaking hans,
But to fight maist desperatelie.'
3 'It's nae ten strucken on the clock,
Nor eleven on the bell:'
'We'll doe ill deeds anew ere night,
Tho it were strucken twall.'
A.