He had not been in the king's court 35 A twelvemonth and a day, Till there came lairds and lords enew, To court that lady gay. They wooed her with broach and ring, They nothing could keep back; 40 The very charters of their lands Into her hands they pat. She 's done her down to Heyvalin, With the light of the mune: Says,--"Will ye do this deed for me, 45 And will ye do it sune? "Will ye go seek him young Bearwell, On seas wherever he be? And if I live and bruik my life, Rewarded ye shall be." 50 "Alas, I am too young a skipper, So far to sail the faem; But if I live and bruik my life, I 'll strive to bring him hame." So he has sail'd east and then sail'd west, 55 By many a comely strand; Till there came a blast of northern wind, And blew him to the land. And there the king and all his court Were playing at the ba'; 60 Gave him a harp into his hand, Says,--"Stay, Heyvalin, and play." He has tane up the harp in hand, And unto play went he; And young Bearwell was the first man 65 In all that companie. 9, That. LORD THOMAS OF WINESBERRY AND THE KING'S DAUGHTER. From Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 212. Another version is given in Buchan's _Gleanings_, p. 127, and a third by Kinloch, p. 93. Kinloch considers that the ballad may relate to the secret expedition of James V. to France, in 1536, in search of a wife. In the last verse of his copy of the ballad, Lord Thomas turns out to be no less a man than the King of Scotland. Seven years the king he staid Into the land of Spain, And seven years true Thomas was His daughter's chamberlain. But it fell ance upon a day 5 The king he did come home; She beked and she benjed ben, And did him there welcome. "What aileth you, my daughter, Janet, You look sae pale and wan? 10 There is a dreder in your heart, Or else ye love a man." "There is no dreder in my heart, Nor do I love a man; But it is for your long byding 15 Into the land of Spain." "Ye'll cast aff your bonny brown gown, And lay it on a stane; And I'll tell you, my jelly Janet, If ever ye loved a man." 20 She's cast off her bonny brown gown, And laid it on a stane; Her belly was big, her twa sides high, Her colour it was quite gane.