She eat wi him, drank wi him, welcomd him in;
She welcomd the villain that slew her baron.
19
She kept him till morning, syne bad him be gane,
And showd him the road that he woud na be tane.
20
‘Thro Birss and Aboyne,’ she says, ‘lyin in a tour,
Oer the hills of Glentanor you’ll skip in an hour.’
21
There is grief in the kitchen, and mirth in the ha,