XXVI
They left their diving on the day,
And dived upon the night;
And over the place Young Hunting lay
The candles shone fu’ bright.
XXVII
The deepest pot in Clyde Water
They got Young Hunting in,
With a green turf tied across his breast
To keep that good lord down.
XXVIII
Then up and spake the King himsel’,
When he saw the deadly wound:
‘O wha has slain my right-hand man,
That held my hawk and hound?’
XXIX
Then up and spake the popinjay,
Says, ‘What needs a’ this din?
It was his light leman took his life,
And hided him in the linn[241].’
XXX
She sware her by the grass sae green,
So did she by the corn,
She hadna seen Young Hunting
Since Monanday at morn.