Dear welcom to me;
Ye’s be Lady Carnusie,
An gett Donal, my son.’
20
Out came Donald’s mother,
An four-an-tuenty her we:
‘Ye’r welcom, my son,
An that fair creatur ye we.’
172. Forest: doubtful.
Dear welcom to me;
Ye’s be Lady Carnusie,
An gett Donal, my son.’
20
Out came Donald’s mother,
An four-an-tuenty her we:
‘Ye’r welcom, my son,
An that fair creatur ye we.’
172. Forest: doubtful.