An’ see if blythe she’ll be.”
It fell upon another day,
Hynde Etin he thocht lang;
And he is to the gude greenwood,
As fast as he can gang.
Wi’ bow and arrow by his side,
He’s off, single, alane,
And left his seven bairns to stay
Wi’ their mither at home.
“I’ll tell you, mither,” quoth the auldest son,