XVIII
As it fell out upon a day
They a’ did put the stane,
Fu’ seven feet ayont them a’
She gar’d the puttin’-stane gang.
XIX
She lean’d her back against an oak,
And ga’e a loud Ohone!
Then out it spake him Brown Robin,
‘But that’s a woman’s moan!’
XX
‘O ken ye by my red rose lip?
Or by my yallow hair?
Or ken ye by my milk-white breast?
For ye never saw it bare.’
XXI
‘I ken no by your red rose lip,
Nor by your yallow hair;
Nor ken I by your milk-white breast,
For I never saw it bare;
But come to your bow’r whaever sae likes
Will find a lady there.’
XXII
About the tenth hour of the night
The lady’s bow’r-door was broken;
And ere the first hour of the night
The bonny knave-bairn[395] was gotten.