"Commend me to thy lovely lady. Bear to her this chain of gold, And these bracelets for a token; Grieving that I was so bold: All my jewels in like sort take thou with thee, For they are fitting for thy wife, but not for me. "I will spend my days in prayer; Love and all her laws defy; In a nunnery will I shroud me Far from any compan-y: But ere my prayers have an end, be sure of this, To pray for thee and for thy love I will not miss. "Thus farewell, most gallant captain! Farewell, too, my heart's content! Count not Spanish ladies wanton, Though to thee my love was bent: Joy and true prosperity go still with thee!" "The like fall ever to thy share, most fair lad-ie!" EDWARD, EDWARD. "Why does your brand sae drop wi' bluid, Edward, Edward? Why does your brand sae drop wi' bluid, And why sae sad gang ye, O?"-- "O, I ha'e kill-ed my hawk sae guid, Mither, mither! O, I ha'e kill-ed my hawk sae guid, And I had nae mair but he, O."-- "Your hawkis bluid was never sae reid, Edward, Edward: Your hawkis bluid was never sae reid, My dear son, I tell thee, O."-- "O, I ha'e kill-ed my reid-roan steed, Mither, mither! O, I ha'e kill-ed my reid-roan steed That erst was so fair and free, O."-- "Your steed was auld, and ye ha'e got mair, Edward, Edward: Your steed was auld, and ye ha'e got mair, Some other dule ye dree, O."-- "O, I ha'e kill-ed my father dear, Mither, mither! O, I ha'e kill-ed my father dear, Alas, and wae is me, O!"-- "And whatten pen-ance will ye dree for that, Edward, Edward? And whatten pen-ance will ye dree for that? My dear son, now tell me, O!"-- "I'll set my feet in yonder boat, Mither, mither I'll set my feet in yonder boat, And I'll fare over the sea, O."-- "And what'll ye do wi' your towers and your ha', Edward, Edward? And what'll ye do wi' your towers and your ha', That were so fair to see, O?"-- "I'll let them stand till they down fa', Mither, mither: I'll let them stand till they down fa', For here never mair maun I be, O!"-- "And what'll ye leave to your bairns and your wife, Edward, Edward? And what'll ye leave to your bairns and your wife, When ye gang over the sea, O?"-- "The warldis room, let them beg through life, Mither, mither: The warldis room, let them beg through life, For they never mair will I see, O!"