He has set his bent bow to his breast
And leaped the castell wa’;
And soon he has seized on Fause Foodrage,
Wha loud for help ’gan ca’.
XXXIV
‘O haud your tongue, now, Fause Foodrage,
Frae me ye shanna flee!’—
Syne pierced him through the fause, fause heart,
And set his mother free.
XXXV
And he has rewarded Wise William
Wi’ the best half of his land;
And sae has he the turtle dow,
Wi’ the truth o’ his right hand.
FOOTNOTES:
[449] kevils = lots.
[450] dow = dove.
[451] lay gowd = embroider in gold.