III
He’s done him to her father’s stable
And tane twa steeds baith wicht[402] and able:
IV
Ane for him, and another for her
To carry them baith wi’ might and virr[403].
V
When they had ridden about six mile,
Lady Marget then began to fail.
VI
‘O gin I had but a gude midwife
Here this day to save my life!
VII
‘Ye’ll take your arrow and your bow
And ye will hunt the deer and roe.