8. ‘I’d rather be Chiel Wyet’s wife, The white fish for to sell, Before I were Lord Ingram’s wife, To wear the silk so well. 9. ‘I’d rather be Chiel Wyet’s wife, With him to beg my bread, Before I were Lord Ingram’s wife, To wear the gold so red. 10. ‘Where will I get a bonny boy, Will win gold to his fee, And will run unto Chiel Wyet’s, With this letter from me?’ 11. ‘O here I am, the boy,’ says one, ‘Will win gold to my fee, And carry away any letter To Chiel Wyet from thee.’ 12. And when he found the bridges broke He bent his bow and swam; And when he found the grass growing, He hastened and he ran. 13. And when he came to Chiel Wyet’s castle, He did not knock nor call, But set his bent bow to his breast, And lightly leaped the wall; And ere the porter open’d the gate, The boy was in the hall. 14. The first line he looked on, A grieved man was he; The next line he looked on, A tear blinded his ee: Says, ‘I wonder what ails my one brother, He’ll not let my love be! 15. ‘But I’ll send to my brother’s bridal-- The bacon shall be mine-- Full four and twenty buck and roe, And ten tun of the wine; And bid my love be blythe and glad, And I will follow syne.’ 16. There was not a groom about that castle, But got a gown of green, And all was blythe, and all was glad, But Lady Maisery she was neen. 17. There was no cook about that kitchen, But got a gown of gray; And all was blythe, and all was glad, But Lady Maisery was wae. 18. Between Mary Kirk and that castle Was all spread ower with garl, To keep Lady Maisery and her maidens From tramping on the marl. 19. From Mary Kirk to that castle Was spread a cloth of gold, To keep Lady Maisery and her maidens From treading on the mold. 20. When mass was sung, and bells was rung, And all men bound for bed; Then Lord Ingram and Lady Maisery In one bed they were laid. 21. When they were laid into their bed, It was baith saft and warm, He laid his hand over her side, Says, ‘I think you are with bairn.’ 22. ‘I told you once, so did I twice, When ye came me to woo, That Chiel Wyet, your only brother, One night lay in my bower. 23. ‘I told you twice, I told you thrice, Ere ye came me to wed, That Chiel Wyet, your one brother, One night lay in my bed.’ 24. ‘O will you father your bairn on me, And on no other man? And I’ll give him to his dowry Full fifty ploughs of land.’ 25. ‘I will not father my bairn on you, Nor on no wrongeous man, Though ye would give him to his dowry Five thousand ploughs of land.’ 26. Then up did start him Chiel Wyet, Shed by his yellow hair, And gave Lord Ingram to the heart A deep wound and a sair.