Then up it starts him, Young Bekie,
And the tears was in his e’e:
‘I’ll lay my life it’s Burd Isbel,
Come o’er the sea to me.’
XXXI
O quickly ran he down the stair,
And whan he saw ’t was shee,
He kindly took her in his arms,
And kiss’d her tenderly.
XXXII
‘O hae ye forgotten, Young Bekie,
The vow ye made to me,
Whan I took you out o’ the prison strong,
Whan ye was condemn’d to die?
XXXIII
‘I gae you a steed was good in need,
An’ a saddle o’ royal bone,
A leash o’ hounds o’ ae litter,
An’ Hector callèd one.’
XXXIV
It was well kent what the lady said,
That it wasnae a lee,
For at ilka word the lady spake,
The hound fell at her knee.