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LORD THOMAS STUART. |
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Now ben did come his father dear,
Wearing a golden band ; Says, " Is there nae leech in Edinburgh,
Can cure my son from wrang ? "
" O leech is come, an' leech is gane, 25
Yet, father, I'm aye waur; There's not a leech in Edinbro'
Can death from me debar.
" But be a friend to my wife, father,
Restore to her her own ; 30
Restore to her my morning gift, Strathboggie and Aboyne.
" It had been gude for my wife, father,
To me she'd born a son; He would have got my land an' rents, 33
Where they lie out an' in.
" It had been gude for my wife, father,
To me she'd born an heir; He would have got my land an' rents,
Where they lie fine an' fair." 40
The steeds they strave into their stables, The boys could'nt get them bound;
The hounds lay howling on the leech, 'Cause their master was behind.
" I dreamed a dream since late yestreen, «
I wish it may be good, That our chamber was full of swine,
An' our bed full of blood. |
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