V
Her head hat[145] the roof-tree o’ the house,
Her middle ye weel mot[146] span;
He’s thrown to her his gay mantle,
Says, ‘Lady, hap[147] your lingcan[148].’
VI
Her teeth were a’ like teather stakes[149],
Her nose like club or mell[150];
An’ I ken naething she ’pear’d to be
But the fiend that wons[151] in hell.
VII
‘Some meat, some meat, ye King Henry,
Some meat ye gie to me!’—
‘An’ what meat’s in this house, ladye,
That ye’re not welcome tae?’—
‘O ye’se gae[152] kill your berry-brown steed,
And serve him up to me.’
VIII
O whan he slew his berry-brown steed,
Wow but his heart was sair!
She ate him a’ up, skin an’ bane,
Left naething but hide an’ hair.
IX
‘Mair meat, mair meat, ye King Henry,
Mair meat ye gie to me!’—
‘An’ what meat’s in this house, ladye,
That ye’re not welcome tae?’—
‘O do ye slay your good grey-hounds
An’ bring them a’ to me.’