VI
And brought it all to Younge Andrew,
It was well counted upon his knee:
Then he tooke her by the lilye-white hand
And led her up to an hill sae hie.
VII
She had on a gowne of blacke velvett,
(A pityfull sight after ye shall see)
‘Put off thy clothes, bonny wenche,’ he sayes,
‘For no foot further thou’st gang with mee.’
VIII
But then she put off her gowne of velvett,
With many a salt teare from her e’e,
And in a kirtle of fine breaden[414] silke
She stood before Yonge Andrew’s e’e.
IX
Sayes, ‘O put off thy kirtle of silke,
For some and all shall goe with mee;
Unto my owne lady I must it beare,
Whom I must needs love better than thee!’
X
Then she put off her kirtle of silke,
With many a salt teare still from her e’e;
In a petticoate of scarlett redd
She stood before Yonge Andrew’s e’e.