XVII
‘O cam’ ye in by Brackley, and was ye in there?
Or saw ye his Peggy dear riving[1279] her hair?’—
XVIII
‘O I cam’ by Brackley, and I was in there,
But I saw-na his Peggy dear riving her hair.’—
XIX
‘O fye on ye, ladye! how could ye do sae?
You open’d your yate[1280] to the fause Inverey.’
XX
She ate wi’ him, drank wi’ him, welcomed him in;
She’s welcomed the villain that slew her Baròn.
XXI
She kept him till morning, syne bade him be gane,
And show’d him the road that he wouldna be ta’en.