VIII
‘Yestreen I lay on a good feather-bed,
And my own wedded lord beyond me,
And to-night I’ll lie in the ash-corner,
With the gypsies all around me.
IX
‘They took off my high-heeled shoes,
That were made of Spanish leather,
And I have put on coarse Lowland brogues,
To trip it o’er the heather.
X
‘The Earl of Cassilis is lying sick;
Not one hair I’m sorry;
I’d rather have a kiss from Johnny Faa’s lips
Than all his gold and his money.’
[149. The Baron of Brackley]
I
Inverey cam’ doun Deeside, whistlin’ and playin’;
He was at brave Brackley’s yates ere it was dawin’[1275].