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YOUNG HUNTING. |
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"01 will pay my maiden's hire,
And hire I'll gi'e to thee ; If ye'll conceal this fetal deed, "s
Ye's ha'e gowd for yonr fee."
Then out it speaks a bonny bird,
That flew aboon their head ; " Keep well, keep well your green claithing
Frae ae drap o' his bluid." su
" O I'll keep well my green claithing
Frae ae drap o' his bluid, Better than I'll do your flattering tongue,
That flutters in your head.
" Come down, come down, my bonny bird, ss
Light down upon my hand; For ae gowd feather that's in your wing,
I wou'd gi'e a' my land."
" How shall I come down, how can I come down, How shall I come down to thee ? oo
The things ye said to young Hunting, The same ye're saying to me."
But it fell out ou that same day,
The king was going to ride, And he call'd for him, young Hunting, m
For to ride by his side.
Then out it speaks the little young son,
Sat on the nurse's knee, " It fears me sair," said that young babe,
" He's in bower wi' yon ladie." "* |
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