It's I wad marry thine." "I wadna marry your sister, For a' your houses and land; But I'll keep her for my leman, When I come o'er the strand. (_howm_, flats.) "I wadna marry your sister, For a' your gowd so gay; But I'll keep her for my leman, When I come by the way." Young Johnstone had a little small sword, Hung low down by his gair, And he stabbed it through the young Col'nel That word he ne'er spak mair. But he's awa' to his sister's bower, He's tirled at the pin: "Where hae ye been, my dear brither, Sae late a coming in?" "I hae been at the school, sister, Learning young clerks to sing." "I've dreamed a dreary dream this night, I wish it may be for good; They were seeking you with hawks and hounds, And the young Col'nel was dead." "Hawks and hounds they may seek me, As I trow well they be; For I have killed the young Col'nel, And thy own true love was he." (_gair_, skirt.) 'If ye hae killed the young Col'nel, O dule and wae is me; But I wish ye may be hanged on a high gallows, And hae nae power to flee." And he's awa' to his true love's bower, He's tirled at the pin: "Where hae ye been, my dear Johnstone, Sae late a coming in?" "It's I hae been at the school," he says, "Learning young clerks to sing." "I have dreamed a dreary dream," she says, "I wish it may be for good; They were seeking you with hawks and hounds, And the young Col'nel was dead." "Hawks and hounds they may seek me, As I trow well they be; For I hae killed the young Col'nel, And thy ae brother was he." "If ye hae killed the young Col'nel, O dule and wae is me; But I care the less for the young Col'nel, If thy ain body be free. "Come in, come in, my dear Johnstone, Come in and take a sleep; And I will go to my casement, And carefully I will thee keep." (_dule,_ sad.) He had not weel been in her bower-door, No not for half an hour, When four-and-twenty belted knights Came riding to the bower. "Well may you sit and see, Lady, Well may you sit and say; Did you not see a bloody squire Come riding by this way?" "What colour were his hawks?" she says, "What colour were his hounds? What colour was the gallant steed That bore him from the bounds!" "Bloody, bloody were his hawks, And bloody were his hounds; But milk-white was the gallant steed That bore him from the bounds." "Yes, bloody, bloody were his hawks, And bloody were his hounds; And milk-white was the gallant steed That bore him from the bounds. "Light down, light down now, gentlemen, And take some bread and wine; An the steed be swift that he rides on, He's past the brig o' Lyne." (_An,_ if.) "We thank you for your bread, fair Lady, We thank you for your wine; But I wad gie thrice three thousand pound,