‘But gif o’ that ye be na sure,
Then hire some damsel o’ your bour.’—
XX
O when she came to the palace yett,
His mother a gowden chair did set:
XXI
The bonnie may was tired wi’ ridin’,
Gae’d sit her down ere she was bidden.
XXII
And was she maid or was she nane,
She sat in it till the day was dune.
XXIII
And she’s call’d on her bour-woman,
That waiting was into[73] her train: