"O ye my errand weel sall learn, Before that I depart."-- Then drew a knife, baith lang and sharp, 35 And pierced him to the heart. Then up and got the Queen hersell, And fell low down on her knee, "O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage! For I never injured thee. 40 "O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage! Until I lighter be! And see gin it be lad or lass, King Honour has left me wi'."-- "O gin it be a lass," he says, 45 "Weel nursed it sall be; But gin it be a lad bairn, He sall be hanged hie. "I winna spare for his tender age, Nor yet for his hie, hie kin; 50 But soon as e'er he born is, He sall mount the gallows pin."-- O four-and-twenty valiant knights Were set the Queen to guard; And four stood aye at her bour door, 55 To keep both watch and ward. But when the time drew near an end, That she suld lighter be, She cast about to find a wile, To set her body free. 60 O she has birled these merry young men With the ale but and the wine, Until they were a' deadly drunk As any wild-wood swine. "O narrow, narrow is this window, 65 And big, big am I grown!"-- Yet through the might of Our Ladye, Out at it she is gone. She wander'd up, she wander'd down, She wander'd out and in; 70 And, at last, into the very swine's stythe, The Queen brought forth a son. Then they cast kevils them amang, Which suld gae seek the Queen; And the kevil fell upon Wise William, 75 And he sent his wife for him. O when she saw Wise William's wife, The Queen fell on her knee: "Win up, win up, madam!" she says: "What needs this courtesie?"-- 80 "O out o' this I winna rise, Till a boon ye grant to me; To change your lass for this lad bairn, King Honour left me wi'. "And ye maun learn my gay goss-hawk 85 Right weel to breast a steed; And I sall learn your turtle dow As weel to write and read. "And ye maun learn my gay goss-hawk To wield both bow and brand; 90 And I sall learn your turtle dow To lay gowd wi' her hand. "At kirk and market when we meet, We'll dare make nae avowe, But--'Dame, how does my gay goss-hawk?' 95 'Madame, how does my dow?'" When days were gane, and years came on, Wise William he thought lang; And he has ta'en King Honour's son A-hunting for to gang. 100