Then out it spake a sweet, sweet voice, Out ower the castell wa', "Now isna that Lady Maisry That makes sic a dolefu' fa'? 40 "But gin that be Lady Maisry, Lat her make mirth and glee; For I'm her brother, Chil Ether, That loves her tenderlie. "But gin that be Lady Maisry, 45 Lat her take purse in hand; And gang to yonder castell wa',-- They call it Gorinand. "Spier for the lord o' that castell, Gie'm dollars thirty-three; 50 Tell him to ransom Chil Ether, That loves you tenderlie." She's done her up to that castell, Paid down her gude monie; And sae she's ransom'd Chil Ether, 55 And brought him hame her wi'. YOUNG BEARWELL. "A fragment, and now printed in the hope that the remainder of it may hereafter be recovered. From circumstances, one would almost be inclined to trace it to a Danish source; or it may be an episode of some forgotten Metrical Romance: but this cannot satisfactorily be ascertained, from its catastrophe being unfortunately wanting." _Motherwell's Minstrelsy_, p. 345. The same is in Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 75. When two lovers love each other weel, Great sin it were them to twinn; And this I speak from young Bearwell; He loved a lady ying, The Mayor's daughter of Birktoun-brae, 5 That lovely leesome thing. One day when she was looking out, When washing her milk-white hands, Then she beheld him young Bearwell,[L9] As he came in the sands. 10 Says,--"Wae 's me for you, young Bearwell, Such tales of you are tauld; They 'll cause you sail the salt sea so far As beyond Yorkisfauld." "O shall I bide in good green wood, 15 Or stay in bower with thee?" * * * * * * * * * * * * "The leaves are thick in good green wood, Would hold you from the rain; And if you stay in bower with me, You will be taken and slain. 20 "But I caused build a ship for you, Upon Saint Innocent's day; I 'll bid Saint Innocent be your guide, And Our Lady, that meikle may. You are a lady's first true love; 25 God carry you weel away!" Then he sailed east and he sailed west, By many a comely strand; At length a puff of northern wind Did blow him to the land. 30 When he did see the king and court, Were playing at the ba'; Gave him a harp into his hand, Says,--"Stay, Bearwell, and play."