Her luver looks her in the face, And thus to her said he; "I think your cheeks are pale and wan, 155 Pray, what gaes warst wi' thee? "O want ye roses to your breast, Or ribbons to your sheen? Or want ye as muckle o' dear bought luve As your heart can conteen?" 160 "I want nae roses to my breast, Nae ribbons to my sheen; Nor want I as muckle dear bought luve As my heart can conteen. "I'd rather ha'e a fire behynd, 165 Anither me before; A gude midwife at my right side, Till my young babe be bore." "I'll kindle a fire wi' a flint stane, Bring wine in a green horn; 170 I'll be midwife at your right side, Till your young babe be born." "That was ne'er my mither's custom, Forbid that it be mine! A knight stan' by a lady bright, 175 Whan she drees a' her pine! "There is a knight in gude greenwood, If that he kent o' me, Thro' stock and stane and the hawthorn, Sae soon's he wou'd come me tee." 180 "If there be a knight in gude greenwood Ye like better than me, If ance he come your bower within, Ane o' us twa shall dee." She set a horn to her mouth, 185 And she blew loud and shrill! Thro' stock and stane and the hawthorn, Brave Roger came her till. "Wha's here sae bauld," the youth replied, "Thus to encroach on me?" 190 "O here I am," the knight replied, "Ha'e as much right as thee." Then they fought up the gude greenwood, Sae did they down the plain; They niddart ither wi' lang braid swords, 195 Till they were bleedy men. Then out it spak the sick woman, Sat under the greenwood tree; "O had your han', young man," she said, "She's a woman as well as me." 200 Then out it speaks anither youth, Amang the companie; "Gin I had kent what I ken now, 'Tis for her I wou'd dee." "O wae mat worth you, Rose the Red, 205 An ill death mat ye dee! Altho' ye tauld upo' yoursell, Ye might ha'e heal'd on me. "O for her sake I was content For to gae ower the sea; 210 For her I left my mither's ha', Tho' she proves fause to me." But whan these luvers were made known, They sung right joyfullie; Nae blyther was the nightingale, 215 Nor bird that sat on tree. Now they ha'e married these ladies, Brought them to bower and ha', And now a happy life they lead, I wish sae may we a'. ROBIN HOOD AND THE STRANGER. Ritson's _Robin Hood_. ii. 69.