Then she cried on her waiting maid, Aye ready at her ca'; 50 "There is a knight into my bower, 'Tis time he were awa."-- The ane has ta'en him by the head, The ither by the feet, And thrown him in the wan water, 55 That ran baith wide and deep. "Look back, look back, now, lady fair, On him that lo'ed ye weel! A better man than that blue corpse Ne'er drew a sword of steel."-- 60 11. _Charcoal red._ This circumstance marks the antiquity of the poem. While wood was plenty in Scotland, charcoal was the usual fuel in the chambers of the wealthy. SCOTT. PRINCE ROBERT Was first published in the _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, iii. 269, and was obtained from the recitation of Miss Christian Rutherford. Another copy, also from recitation, is subjoined. Prince Robert has wedded a gay ladye, He has wedded her with a ring: Prince Robert has wedded a gay ladye, But he darna bring her hame. "Your blessing, your blessing, my mother dear! 5 Your blessing now grant to me!"-- "Instead of a blessing ye sall have my curse, And you'll get nae blessing frae me."-- She has call'd upon her waiting-maid, To fill a glass of wine; 10 She has call'd upon her fause steward, To put rank poison in. She has put it to her roudes lip, And to her roudes chin; She has put it to her fause, fause mouth, 15 But the never a drap gaed in. He has put it to his bonny mouth, And to his bonny chin, He's put it to his cherry lip, And sae fast the rank poison ran in. 20 "O ye hae poison'd your ae son, mother, Your ae son and your heir; O ye hae poison'd your ae son, mother, And sons you'll never hae mair. "O where will I get a little boy, 25 That will win hose and shoon, To rin sae fast to Darlinton, And bid fair Eleanor come?"-- Then up and spake a little boy, That wad win hose and shoon,-- 30 "O I'll away to Darlinton, And bid fair Eleanor come."-- O he has run to Darlinton, And tirled at the pin; And wha was sae ready as Eleanor's sell 35 To let the bonny boy in. "Your gude-mother has made ye a rare dinour, She's made it baith gude and fine; Your gude-mother has made ye a gay dinour, And ye maun cum till her and dine."-- 40 It's twenty lang miles to Sillertoun town, The langest that ever were gane: But the steed it was wight, and the ladye was light, And she cam linkin' in. But when she came to Sillertoun town, 45 And into Sillertoun ha', The torches were burning, the ladies were mourning, And they were weeping a'.