XIII
But he found his ladye lying dead,
Likewise her young son at her head.
XIV
He’s houkit[405] a grave, long, large and wide,
He’s buried his auld[406] son doun by her side.
XV
It was nae wonder his heart was sair
When he shool’d[407] the mools[408] on her yellow hair.
XVI
His mother lay owre her castle wa’;
There was music and minstrels and dancing and a’.
XVII
[She said as she look’d owre] dale and down,
‘My son comes merrilie to the toun.’—