Then he has sent a messenger
Right quietly thro’ the land,
For four-and-twenty armèd men
To ride at his command.
VIII
The bridegroom from a high window
Beheld baith dale and down,
And there he spied her first fere love
Cam’ riding to the toun.
IX
She scoffèd and she scornèd him
Upon her weddin’-day,
And said it was the Fairy Court
He saw in sic array!
X
When a’ were at the dinner set,
Drinking the blude-red wine,
In cam’ the Laird o’ Lamington
The bridegroom ’should hae been.
XI
‘O come ye here to fight, young lord?
Or come ye here to play?
Or come ye here to drink good wine
Upon the weddin’-day?’—