To keep that gude lord down.
Then up and spake the king himsell,
When he saw the deadly wound—
"O wha has slain my right-hand man,
"That held my hawk and hound?"
Then up and spake the popinjay,
Says—"What needs a' this din?
"It was his light lemman took his life,
"And hided him in the linn."
She swore her by the grass, sae grene,