‘And by my sooth,’ quoth the silly poor harper,
‘I’d rather hae stabling for my mear.’
6
O he lookit ower his left shoulder,
And saw ane of the stable-grooms:
‘Go take the sillie poor harper’s mear,
And stable her by my Wanton Brown.’
7
And aye he harpit, and aye he carpit,
Till a’ the nobles fell on the floor,