Then up bespak her bouer-woman, And she spak ae wi' spite:-- 30 "An there be a slain knicht in your bouer, It's yoursel that has the wyte." "O heal this deed on me, Meggy, O heal this deed on me; The silks that war shapen for me gen Pasche, They sall be sewed for thee." 35 "O I hae heal'd on my mistress A twalmonth and a day, And I hae heal'd on my mistress, Mair than I can say." 40 They've booted him, and they've spurred him, As he was wont to ride:-- A huntin horn round his neck, And a sharp sword by his side; In the deepest place o' Clyde's water, 45 It's there they've made his bed. Sine up bespak the wylie parrot, As he sat on the tree,-- "And hae ye kill'd him young Redin, Wha ne'er had love but thee!" 50 "Come doun, come doun, ye wylie parrot, Come doun into my hand; Your cage sall be o' the beaten gowd, When now it's but the wand." "I winna come doun, I canna come doun, 55 I winna come doun to thee; For as ye've dune to young Redin, Ye'll do the like to me; Ye'll thraw my head aff my hause-bane, And throw me in the sea." 60 O there cam seekin young Redin, Monie a lord and knicht; And there cam seekin young Redin, Monie a ladie bricht. And they hae til his true-love gane, 65 Thinking he was wi' her; * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "I hae na seen him, young Redin, Sin yesterday at noon; 70 He turn'd his stately steed about, And hied him through the toun. "But ye'll seek Clyde's water up and doun, Ye'll seek it out and in-- I hae na seen him, young Redin, 75 Sin yesterday at noon." Then up bespak young Redin's mither, And a dowie woman was scho;-- "There's na a place in a Clyde's water, But my son wad gae through." 80 They've sought Clyde's water up and doun, They've sought it out and in, And the deepest place o' Clyde's water They fund young Redin in. O white, white, war his wounds washen, 85 As white as a linen clout; But as the traitor she cam near, His wounds they gushed out! "It's surely been my bouer-woman, O ill may her betide; 90 I ne'er wad slain him young Redin, And thrown him in the Clyde." Then they've made a big bane-fire, The bouer-woman to brin; It tuke na on her cheek, her cheek, 95 It tuke na on her chin, But it tuke on the cruel hands That put young Redin in.