She’s gi’en him a steed was good in need,
An’ a saddle o’ royal bone[322],
A leash o’ hounds o’ ae litter,
And Hector callèd one.
XI
Atween this twa a vow was made,
’Twas made full solemnly.
That or three years was come an’ gane,
Well married they should be.
XII
He had nae been in ’s ain country
A twelvemonth till an end,
Till he’s forc’d to marry a duke’s daughter,
Or than[323] lose a’ his land.
XIII
‘Ohon, alas!’ says Young Bekie,
‘I know not what to dee;
For I canno win to Burd Isbel,
An’ she kensnae to come to me.’
XIV
O it fell once upon a day
Burd Isbel fell asleep,
And up it starts the Billy Blind[324],
And stood at her bed-feet.