But his horse, his hounds, and his lady fair.
“His horse is to the huntin gone,
His hounds to bring the wild deer hame;
His lady’s taen another mate;
Sae we may make our dinner swate.
“O we’ll sit on his bonnie briest-bane,
And we’ll pyke out his bonnie grey e’en;
Wi ae lock o’ his gowden hair
We’ll theek our nest when it blaws bare.
“Mony a ane for him maks mane,