‘And keep, my son, your very life,
Ye have that ladye to your wife.’
LXX
Now, or a month was come and gane,
The ladye bore him a bonny son.
LXXI
And it was well written on his breast-bane,
‘Cospatrick is my father’s name.’
LXXII
O rowe[83] my ladye in satin and silk,
And wash my son in the morning milk!
FOOTNOTES:
[69] bouted = bolted, sifted.
[70] paramour = meaning here uncertain.