"And gin ye suld kill him, Fause Foodrage,
"There is no man durst you blame;
"For he keeps your mother a prisoner,
"And she darna take ye hame."
The boy stared wild like a gray goss hawk:
Says—"What may a' this mean?"
"My boy, ye are King Honour's son,
"And your mother's our lawful queen."
"O gin I be king Honour's son,
"By Our Ladye I swear,
"This night I will that traitor slay,
"And relieve my mother dear!"
He has set his bent bow to his breast,
And leaped the castell wa';
And soon he has seized on Fause Foodrage,
Wha loud for help 'gan ca'.
"O haud your tongue, now, Fause Foodrage!
"Frae me ye shanna flee."
Syne pierc'd him thro' the fause fause heart,
And set his mother free.
And he has rewarded Wise William
Wi' the best half of his land;
And sae has he the turtle dow,
Wi' the truth o' his right hand.
NOTES
ON
FAUSE FOODRAGE.
King Easter has courted her for her lands,
King Wester for her fee;
King Honour, &c.—P. [4]. v. 1.