My lady she loves me dearlie;
Nor yet hae I means ye to maintain;
Alas for the lying sae near thee!’
8
But word’s gane doun to the Lady o Leys
That the Baron had got a babie:
‘The waurst o news!’ my lady she said,
‘I wish I had hame my laddie.
9
‘But I’ll sell aff my jointure-house,