XV
‘A bed, a bed, now King Henry,
A bed ye’se mak’ to me!’—
‘An’ what’s the bed in this house, ladye,
That ye’re not welcome tae?’—
‘O ye maun pu’ the heather green,
An’ mak’ a bed to me.’
XVI
Syne pu’d he has the heather green,
An’ made to her a bed,
An’ up has he ta’en his gay mantle,
An’ o’er it he has spread.
XVII
‘Tak’ off your claiths now, King Henry,
An’ lie down by my side!’—
‘O God forbid,’ says King Henry,
‘That ever the like betide;
That ever a fiend that wons in hell
Shou’d streak[155] down by my side!’
XVIII
But whan day was come, and night was gane,
An’ the sun shone thro’ the ha’,
The fairest ladye that ever was seen
[Cam’ to his armès twa].
XIX
‘O weel is me!’ says King Henry,
‘How lang’ll this last wi’ me?’
Then out an’ spake that fair ladye,
‘Even till the day you dee.