‘Adieu! Lochmaben’s gate sae fair,
And Langholm, where birks there be;
Adieu! my ladye, and only joy,
For I may not stay wi’ thee.
IX
‘Adieu! Fair Eskdale up and down,
Where my puir friends do dwell;
The bangisters[1288] will ding them down,
And will them sair compell.
X
‘But I’ll avenge their feid mysell,
When I come o’er the sea;
Adieu! my ladye, and only joy
For I may not stay wi’ thee.’—
XI
‘Lord of the land, will you go then
Unto my father’s place,
And walk into their gardens green,
And I will you embrace.
XII
‘There Hamiltons, and Douglas baith,
Shall rise to succour thee.’—
‘Thanks for thy kindness, fair my dame,
But I may not stay wi’ thee.’—