She bad him mind on the leady’s love
That fread him out of pine.
13
She gae him a stead was gued in time of nead,
A sadle of the bone,
Five hundred poun in his poket,
Bad him gae speading home.
14
An a lish of gued gray honds,
. . . . . . .
She bad him mind on the leady’s love
That fread him out of pine.
13
She gae him a stead was gued in time of nead,
A sadle of the bone,
Five hundred poun in his poket,
Bad him gae speading home.
14
An a lish of gued gray honds,
. . . . . . .