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YOUNG HUNTING. 297 |
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" Alas! this deed that ye ha'e done, Will ruin baith you and me."
" Heal well, heal well, you Lady Katharine, Heal well this deed on me ; *>
The robes that were shapen for my bodie, They shall be sewed for thee."
" Tho' I wou'd heal it never sae well,
And never sae well," said she, " There is a God above us baith, «
That can baith hear and see."
They booted him and spurred him,
As he'd been gaun to ride ; A hunting-horn about his neck,
A sharp sword by his side. 60
And they rode on, and farther on,
All the lang summer's tide, Until they came to wan water,
Where a' man ca's it Clyde.
The deepest pot in Clyde's water, «
There they flang him in, And put^, turf on his breast bane,
To had young Hunting down.
O out it speaks a little wee bird,
As she sat on the brier: 70
" Gae hame, gae hame, ye Lady Maisry,
And pay your maiden's hire."
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65, And the. 66, And there. See 133,134. |
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