X
O whan he slew his good grey-hounds,
Wow but his heart was sair!
She ate them a’ up, skin an’ bane,
Left naething but hide an’ hair.
XI
‘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 kill your gay goss-hawks
An’ bring them a’ to me.’
XII
O whan he fell’d his gay goss-hawks,
Wow but his heart was sair!
She’s ate them a’ up, skin an’ bane,
Left naethin’ but feathers bare.
XIII
‘Some drink, some drink, now, King Henry,
Some drink ye bring to me!’—
‘O what drink’s in this house, ladye,
That ye’re not welcome tae?’—
‘O ye sew up your horse’s hide,
An’ bring in drink to me.’
XIV
O he’s sew’d up the bluidy hide,
A puncheon o’ wine put in;
She’s drunk it a’ up at a waught[153],
Left na ae drap ahin’[154].