And aye he harpit, and aye he carpit,
Till they forgot the key of the stable-door.
8
And aye he harpit, and aye he carpit,
Till a’ the nobles fell fast asleep;
He has taen his harp upon his back,
And doon the stair did softly creep.
9
He has taen a halter frae his hose,
And o his purpose did not fail;