Ye darena now steal her, her tocher is guid.
12
‘My daughter’s in Whitehouse, wi Mistress Dalgairn;
Joy be wi them that waits on my bairn!’
13
The swords an the targe that hang about Charlie,
They had sic a glitter, and set him sae rarelie!
14
They had sic a glitter, and kiest sic a glamour,
They showed mair light than they had in the chamour.