‘Seven King’s daughters has our lord wedded,
And seven King’s daughters has our lord bedded:
XV
‘But he’s cutted their breasts frae their breast-bane,
And sent them mourning hame again.
XVI
‘But when you come to the palace yett[72],
His mother a gowden chair will set:
XVII
‘And be you maid or be you nane,
O sit you there till the day be dane.
XVIII
‘And gin you’re sure that you’re a maid,
Ye may gae safely him to wed: