XIII
Then out it spake her White Lilly:
‘My sister, we’ll be gane;
Why should we stay in Burnèsdale
To waste our youth in pain?’
XIV
Then cuttit ha’ they their green clothing
A little below their knee,
And sae ha’ they their yellow hair
A little abune their bree[392];
And they’re do’en them to haly chapel,
Was christen’d by Our Ladye.
XV
There ha’ they changed their ain twa names,
Sae far frae ony town;
And the tane o’ them hight[393] Sweet Willy,
And the tither Roge the Roun[394].
XVI
Between this twa a vow was made,
And they sware it to fulfil;
That at three blasts o’ a bugle-horn
She’d come her sister till.
XVII
Now Sweet Willy’s gane to the Kingis court,
Her true-love there to see,
And Roge the Roun to good green-wood,
Brown Robin’s man to be.