Within this cave of stane,
And never was at good kirk-door,
Nor heard the kirk-bell ring.”
But it fell once upon a day,
Hynde Etin went from home;
And for to carry his game to him,
Has taen his oldest son.
And as they through the good greenwood,
Wi’ slowsome pace did gae,
The bonnie boy’s heart grew grit and sair,