‘Your servants are no sae readie;
Earl Rothes will keep me till I’m brocht to bed,
And he’ll mak me a marquis’s ladie.’
7
‘Woe be to thee, Earl Rothes,’ he says,
‘And the mark o the judge be upon thee,
For the using o this poor thing sae,
For the using my sister so badly.
8
‘When I’m come to the years of a man,