XXIII

He’s ta’en three locks o’ her yellow hair,
And wi’ them strung his harp sae rare.

XXIV

He went into her father’s hall,
And there was the court assembled all.

XXV

He laid his harp upon a stane,
And straight it began to play by lane[207].

XXVI

‘O yonder sits my father, the King,
And yonder sits my mother, the Queen;

XXVII

‘And yonder stands my brother Hugh,
And by him my William, sweet and true.’