But it fell ance upon a day, That my gude lord return'd from sea; Then I did dress in the best array, 15 As blythe as ony bird on tree. I took my young son in my arms, Likewise my nourice me forebye, And I went down to yon shore side, My gude lord's vessel I might spy. 20 My lord he stood upon the deck, I wyte he hail'd me courteouslie; "Ye are thrice welcome, my lady gay, Whase aught that bairn on your knee?" She turn'd her right and round about, 25 Says, "Why take ye sic dreads o' me? Alas! I was too young married, To love another man but thee." "Now hold your tongue, my lady gay, Nae mair falsehoods ye'll tell to me; 30 This bonny bairn is not mine, You've loved another while I was on sea." In discontent then hame she went, And aye the tear did blin' her e'e; Says, "Of this wretch I'll be revenged, 35 For these harsh words he's said to me." She's counsell'd wi' her father's steward, What way she cou'd revenged be; Bad was the counsel then he gave,-- It was to gar her gude lord dee. 40 The nourice took the deed in hand, I wat she was well paid her fee; She kiest the knot, and the loop she ran, Which soon did gar this young lord dee. His brother lay in a room hard by, 45 Alas! that night he slept too soun'; But then he waken'd wi a cry, "I fear my brother's putten down. "O get me coal and candle light, And get me some gude companie;" 50 But before the light was brought, Warriston he was gart dee. They've ta'en the lady and fause nourice, In prison strong they ha'e them boun'; The nourice she was hard o' heart, 55 But the bonny lady fell in swoon. In it came her brother dear, And aye a sorry man was he; "I wou'd gie a' the lands I heir, O bonny Jean, to borrow thee." 60 "O borrow me brother, borrow me,-- O borrow'd shall I never be; For I gart kill my ain gude lord, And life is nae pleasure to me." In it came her mother dear, 65 I wyte a sorry woman was she; "I wou'd gie my white monie and gowd, O bonny Jean, to borrow thee." "Borrow me mother, borrow me,-- O borrow'd shall I never be; 70 For I gart kill my ain gude lord, And life's now nae pleasure to me." Then in it came her father dear, I wyte a sorry man was he; Says, "Ohon, alas! my bonny Jean, 75 If I had you at hame wi' me.