Yet for the manful part that he hath played,
To bring them to my brother, King Jamie."
Should keep their houses and shut their door,
"I'm not your father, the king," he says,
"Have ye brought me any scarlets sae red,
Or have ye brought me any precious things,
"I have not brought you any scarlets sae red,
"O your faith and troth I'll not give thee,
"The cocks they are crawing, Marjorie," he says,--
It's time the dead should part the quick,--
She followed him high, she followed him low,
"What three things are these, sweet William," she says,
"What three things are these, sweet William,"she says,
"What three things are these, sweet William," she says,
"It is three hell-hounds, Marjorie," he says,
Saying,--"Have there again your faith and troth
The gipsies came to our good lord's gate,
They sang sae sweet and sae very complete,
For I vow and I swear by the hilt of my sword,
That your lord shall nae mair come near ye."
For I vow and I swear, by what passed yestreen,
That my lord shall nae mair come near me.
And my lord shall nae mair come near me."
The tane she cried, and the other replied,
There's never a stroke comes over thine harp,
And cast that collar from about his neck:
And then she pulled forth a little pen-knife,
Says, "there shall never no churlès blood
And he pulled out his bright brown sword,
Through that falseness of that lither lad,
They sat together that long summer's day,
There she spied sweet William and his bride,
"Are you awake, sweet William?" she said,
"Such dreams, such dreams, my honoured lord,
Saying, "I'll away to fair Margaret's bower,
And when he came to fair Margaret's bower,
I ne'er made a vow to yonder poor corpse,
For whatever is dealt at her funeral to-day,
Margaret was buried in the lower chancel,
They grew till they grew unto the church top,
And then they tied in a true lover's knot,
Your steed was auld, and ye hae got mair,
Your steed was auld, and ye hae got mair,
And whatten penance will ye dree for that,
And whatten penance will ye dree for that?
And what will ye do wi' your towers and your ha',
And what will ye do wi' your towers and your ha',
And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife,
And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife,
"The world's room, let them beg through life,