O sweetly play’d the merry organs
Within her mother’s bower;
But dumb stood Lady Maisry,
And let the tears down pour.
XV
O sweetly play’d the harp so fine
Within her father’s hall;
But still stood Lady Maisry,
And let the tears down fall.
XVI
’Tween Mary Kirk and the castle
Was all spread o’er with garl[357],
To keep Lady Maisry and her maidens
From tramping on the marl.
XVII
From Mary Kirk to the castle
Was spread a cloth of gold,
To keep Lady Maisry and her maidens
From treading upon the mould.
XVIII
When mass was sung, and bells were rung,
And all men bound for bed,
Lord Ingram and Lady Maisry
In one bed they were laid.