XXVIII
She set the horn untill her mouth,
And blawn three blasts sae shrill;
Sweet Willy heard i’ the Kingis court,
And came her quickly till....
XXIX
[Word is to the kitchen gane,
And word is to the ha’,
Bold Arthur’s lost his little foot-page,
To the green-wood stown awa’.]
XXX
And word has gane to the Kingis court,
To the King himsel’ [at dine]
‘Now, by my fay,’ the King can say,
[‘Sweet Willy we maun find.’]
XXXI
‘Bring me my steed,’ then cry’d the King,
‘My bow and arrows keen;
I’ll ride mysel’ to good green-wood
An’ see what’s to be seen.’
XXXII
‘An’t please your grace,’ says Bold Arthur,
‘My liege I’ll gang you wi’,
An’ try to find my little foot-page
That’s stray’d awa’ frae me.’