"Ye thought that I was like yoursell, And loving ilk ane I did see; But here I swear by the heavens clear, 85 I never loved a man but thee." Slowly, slowly rose I up, And slowly, slowly I cam down; And when he saw me sit in my coach, He made his drums and trumpets sound. 90 When I into my coach was set, My tenants all were with me tane; They set them down upon their knees, And they begg'd me to come back again. It's "fare ye weel, my bonnie palace; 95 And fare ye weel, my children three: God grant your father may get mair grace, And love thee better than he has done me." It's "fare ye weel, my servants all; And you, my bonnie children three: 100 God grant your father grace to be kind Till I see you safe in my ain countrie. "But wae be to you, fause Blackwood, Aye, and ill death may you die! Ye are the first, and I hope the last, 105 That put strife between my good lord and me." When I came in through Edinburgh town, My loving father came to meet me, With trumpets sounding on every side; But it was no comfort at all to me: 110 For no mirth nor music sounds in my ear, Since the Earl of March has forsaken me. "Hold your tongue, my daughter dear, And of your weeping pray let abee; For I'll send to him a bill of divorce, 115 And I'll get as good a lord to thee." "Hold your tongue, my father dear, And of your scoffing pray let abee; I would rather hae a kiss of my ain lord's mouth As all the lords in the north countrie." 120 When she came to her father's land, The tenants a' cam her to see; Never a word she could speak to them, But the buttons aff her clothes did flee.[L124] "The linnet is a bonnie bird, 125 And aften flees far frae its nest; So all the world may plainly see They 're far awa that I love best!" She looked out at her father's window, To take a view of the countrie; 130 Who did she see but Jamie Douglas, And along with him her children three. There came a soldier to the gate, And he did knock right hastilie: "If Lady Douglas be within, 135 Bid her come down and speak to me." "O come away, my lady fair, Come away, now, alang with me: For I have hanged fause Blackwood At the very place where he told the lie." 140 33, cam. 124. See _Andrew Lammie_, vol. ii. 191. THE NUTBROWNE MAIDE.