Een as fast as he may drie;
Tho they shoud a’ brusten and broken their hearts,
Frae that tryst Noble he would not be.
7
‘Weel may ye be, my feiries five!
And aye, what is your wills wi me?’
Then they cryd a’ wi ae consent,
Thou’rt welcome here, brave Noble, to me.
8
Wilt thou with us in England ride?