"Ye'll gie to me a bed in an outhouse, For my young son and me, 90 And the meanest servant in a' the place, To wait on him and me." "I grant, I grant, Lady Marg'ret," he said, "A' that, and mair frae me, The very best bed in a' the place To your young son and thee: 95 And my mither, and my sister dear, To wait on him and thee. "And a' thae lands, and a' thae rents, They sall be his and thine; 100 Our wedding and our kirking day, They sall be all in ane." And he has tane Lady Margaret, And row'd her in the silk; And he has tane his ain young son, 105 And wash'd him in the milk. EARL RICHARD (B). See p. 260. From Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 15. There was a shepherd's dochter Kept sheep on yonder hill; Bye cam a knicht frae the king's court, And he wad hae his will. Whan he had got his wills o' her, 5 His will as he has tane; "Wad ye be sae gude and kind, As tell to me your name?" "Some ca's me Jock, some ca's me John, Some disna ken my name; 10 But whan I'm in the king's court, Mitchcock is my name." "Mitchcock! hey!" the lady did say, And spelt it oure again; "If that's your name in the Latin tongue, 15 Earl Richard is your name!" O jumpt he upon his horse, And said he wad gae ride; Kilted she her green claithing, And said she wad na bide. 20 And he was never sae discreet, As bid her loup on and ride; And she was ne'er sae meanly bred, As for to bid him bide. And whan they cam to yon water, 25 It was running like a flude; "I've learnt it in my mither's bouer, I've learnt it for my gude, That I can soum this wan water, Like a fish in a flude. 30 "I've learnt it in my father's bouer, Ive learnt it for my better, And I will soum this wan water, As tho' I was ane otter." "Jump on behind, ye weill-faur'd may, 35 Or do ye chuse to ride?" "No, thank ye, sir," the lady said, "I wad rather chuse to wyde;" And afore that he was 'mid-water, She was at the ither side. 40 "Turn back, turn back, ye weill-faur'd may, My heart will brak in three;" "And sae did mine, on yon bonnie hill-side, Whan ye wad na let me be." "Whare gat ye that gay claithing, 45 This day I see on thee?" "My mither was a gude milk-nurse, And a gude nourice was she, She nurs'd the Earl o' Stockford's ae dochter, And gat a' this to me." 50